The world has heard of empty headed girls,
And some have heard of those with empty hearts.
But empty souls, like iridescent pearls,
Can shine though formed of salvaged, gritty parts.
The lifeless moon illuminates the sky,
Recycling incandescence from the sun.
And pallid cloth absorbing gaudy dye
Is bright - at least until the colours run.
A law of nature; vacuums must be filled.
So watch for what's in your locality.
As anyone around who's stronger willed
Will supersede your personality.
Take care with what reflected light you shine,
Thus never place your pearls before the swine.
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I'm sort of stumbling at the twelfth line because I suspect I don't pronounce 'personality' the way you want it here, but hey, damn cool!
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