Custom lenses
For custom problems

Customized pain
Lusting eyes vain

Smokes caress
The tinted window

Customized problems
Gluttonized retail 
Fetish for metal
Covered in acetate
Crescent smile
Vicious white stakes
He stalks no prey
As he walks all day

Seeing the world
Through a customized lens
Rapid means 
Justify vicious ends
He sees the stars 
Up sky. But
Looks down and sees a Benz. 

Art market hot 
Predicated on what?
No matter; 
Those brushstrokes are his
Two lenses serve as 
Starry-eyed kids

Grays pervade nothing 
For he sees something
Pinks and blues
Want more than one thing

Answer the question: 
What is his bastion? 
Draped in silk
Acetate’s his passion. 

No matter 
No matter 
It all matters 
To him 

Fake ghouls steal
And renew fears
But that acetate 
Shields the tears