West Palm

Palm trees line the streets keeping every car inside
But only the most expensive roam
The ones where your reflection beams back at you
With someone hidden behind the tinted windows

Louis Vuitton fits perfectly on every shoulder
As does Gucci draped around the hip
And the hot pink lipstick smudged in the corner
Is wiped away with a dollar bill

 West Palm is a get-away
Where soft sand tickles your feet
And Ray Ban’s lift to the forehead
To enjoy a better view

But it is ever so needed
By the new families coming and going
Stopping by the lavish city place
To get a ten dollar macaroon