Instead of the night of the Oscars it should be called the night of conceit
Where the big stars of the blockbuster movies with each other for attention compete
The gowns and suits they wear worth thousands of dollars their physical beauty on display
They may be glamorous and very wealthy people but their values are in decay.
These people have a falseness about them they are tainted by wealth and fame
Yet perhaps if I were as successful I too like them would be the same
I would have face lifts and wear makeup and change the natural colour of my hair
But an old car it cannot be made new though it's engine you often repair.
I don't tune in to the night of the Oscars for the Oscars don't appeal to me
Though millions of people all over the world sit and watch it on the t v
Perhaps I am rather old fashioned but these people to me don't appeal
They do not seem to live in a real world but then I ask you what is real?
I won't be watching the Oscars on the t v over such a thing I do not lose sleep
I am a strange one in my own way I don't follow on like the sheep
These people may be wealthy and famous but their sense of values in a mess
And the most of them very unhappy for money doesn't buy happiness.
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