Festival de Cannes, doors opened wide

Angel by Mugler

Love by Killian

Sometimes Chanel number 5 emanates as they walk by

Shalimar

And plastic crystals falling from the sky

As their tiny noses fall off their faces

They smile and no wrinkles form in their eyes

They tell me

Open up the gates of light

I want to get out

Some don't even notice me

Walking over confidently 

But their names escape me

Limpid fame and fortune

Acidic arrogance

Miss Dior smells sour

As their lips inflate like balloons

They tell me

Open up the door for me

I want to be seen