Bankroll Your Glow-Up, Babe (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 4 for Gen Z)

Why, you out here, fresh face, just to flex your grace,
And blow your shine on a mirror that gives nothing back?
Why are you ghosting your own vibe, just to chase
A reflection that cannot even love you back?

The world has given you a whole lot of cute,
Soft looks, rich energy, and a body that slaps,
But you’re out here spending that on some dead-end route,
Like your best self’s stuck in the app and never unpacks.

But beauty’s got a rent, and rent always comes due,
And what you’ve got was never meant to just sit.
Nature gave you the goods, but not for you to
Hoard them like it’s your business to waste and quit.

So use what you’ve got before the clock gets rude,
Because beauty, unlived, is just expensive mood.