ATMOSPHERIC.

Those pretty,

Pin thin
People;

Steeple tall;

Reflecting all society
Expects from them;

Who are looked at
But not listened to,
Lusted after
But not laughed with,

And left swiftly
When the next new
Thing to be sponsored

Comes along,

Should be pitied
Not fed plaudits
And orbited,

Then maybe
They’ll be able to
Land gracefully,

One day,

Instead of getting
Lost in space.