“You Die for Them, You Die In Them!”
It’s not a poem that will Rhyme… It’s just an experience in each line
How we yearn to attend Page 3 parties—the parties that are
All about Air Kisses and Cold Hugs
Loud Music and Gold Lights 
The Sponsored Chardonnay and Limited Cheese
Poking Noses and Bitchy Smiles
Shining Eyes with Loneliness Behind the Coloured Lenses
Fake Designer Bags and Flashy Jewellery
White Powders on the Face and Nose 
Pouting Lips with Sorrows hidden behind the Botox
The Smoky Brows, surrounded by Sheesha Smoke
The Selfies and the Pouts; 
The Picture-Perfect Couple with Open Marriages
The Darlings and The Queens
The LGBTQ pride
The Phoney Million Followers with Genuine Ten Likes 
With the Handkerchief size dresses showcasing the Silicone fit inside,
People who spend hours getting ready in front of the mirror but never look deep inside
They Welcome you with Open Arms and Nepotism Measure 
Everyday, new celebrities are born, and the rest are Buried in Gossip
A mistake spreads like Wildfire , while your achievements need to Shout Loud;
They smile at Your face and Laugh at your Back 
Even so, you die to get in and die to get out.
But keep in mind that a Reel isn’t Real…

And the Page 3 Rule: You’re in, you’re in; You’re out, you’re out.