#TBT - A Shallow Man.

He was a shallow man.

He checked the mirror as he passed by,

and marveled at his chiseled features.

He knew that his slim body

still had attractive qualities.

He valued the jewels he wore,

and the car he drove,

and the woman on his arm,

as ornamental accessories

to his superior image.

He didn’t like to read books.

They took too much time

away from his fun.

He liked to drive fast,

and spend the money

that his fame brought to him.

In the city,

with its bright lights

and loud noise,

everything revolved around him,

and he loved

being the center of attention.

He didn’t believe in consequences,

and used his fame

and his money

and his looks

to avoid them,

at all costs.

When others challenged him,

he hired middlemen and sycophants

to block their path.

He was a shallow man.

At night,

he was never alone.

He preferred the company of many similar people;

but, never anyone who could outshine him.

He believed himself

to be bulletproof,

and immortal,

and never considered any other alternative,

to success.

When he died,

his body was placed

in a shallow grave,

and the service was attended

by shallow people

who pretended to grieve.