The Social Climber

As a child, it would seem I had this overpowering dream to reach the top of the pile. Now when I look back at the kids in the pack I was ahead by a good country mile. I dress to impress and dance with fitness as I act out this impossible scene. I go to the races and exotic foreign places I sometimes take tea with the queen. The Paparazzi are a pain when they shout out my name to take their pictures of me. There once was this guy with his camera held high that fell from a sycamore tree. I've champagne on ice that tastes very nice and some aesthetic young Bells by the pool. There's strawberry and cream I'm living the dream and my wrap-around shades still look cool. Now I've money and fame and folks know my name I've played this game with panache. People don't care where you're from or where you belong as long as you'll just flash the cash. Now I'm cream of the crop and right at the top to the place I know, I should be. It's taken some time and one hell of a climb to be a member of this elite family. Perhaps this isn't up to my usual standard, but I deviated from my usual four-line stanzas to try a poem of six lines. This I found quite difficult, plus it's a subject I know nothing about. Hope you all like it.