makes no difference

on the promenade
cookie cutter blondes
all so alike
all so without

windows open
lights out
no depth
only bottled beauty
plastic masks have nothing to hide

life rattles on to the latest pop song
blaring from their ipods
some country girl
dolled up to fit the mold
and be the latest best thing

traffic blocks my car
like these shallow people
crowd my spirit
can't stand to be in another fake fest
hope i don't have to live here again
because i detest
this city of angels
overrun by ho's and faux's