Silver flatware lined the tables, as elegant flowers stood up in the shining vase with the fine stature they were grown with...
Not used to the silver, are you?
More of a tupperware person I suppose.
Cheaply manufactered flowers, posing as the real ones,
Lined your dining room I assume.
The elegance of being trailer trash lines the corners of your mouth.
Filth and grime eat away in your newly pressed pants.
A dozen showers can't undo the unjustified damage of being part of the lower class fools.
Yes, it is obvious you weren't brought up on wine and riches.
I doubt you even saw all of fifty dollars at once where you came from...
The exquisite look of guilt on your face tells me I am correct.
How priceless...
