All Fur Coat and No Brain

All Fur Coat and No Brain

She struts in her fur, so fine and grand,

A master of illusions, ruling the land.

Her pearls clink softly, a hollow refrain,

For she’s all fur coat and no brain.

Words drip like honey, yet lack a sting,

Empty promises wrapped in a golden ring.

She glides through life on a surface plain,

All fur coat and no brain.

Her laughter rings, but it carries no weight,

A melody played by the hands of fate.

Beneath the glamour, the truth is plain—

She’s all fur coat and no brain.

But pity, don’t scorn, for she wears her guise,

A mask for a world that demands the lies.

Beneath the silk, beneath the façade vain,

Lies a soul, perhaps lost, bearing her pain.