Got spotlight- Flashing phosphorous- The drone of voices asking meaningless questions- You’re told to be camera kissing, feeling like you’re solid gold- Flashing and capturing, printing and reprinting- On all those tabloid magazines at the grocery line- Played and replayed- On channel 2, 4, 5, 7- Pop culture swallowed you like the sleeping pill- You take- To punish the side of you- That wants to throw it away- Its assisted suicide to some- Or just suicide- 90% of the trash at the landfills- Are magazines- Magazines with pictures of a thousands celebrities- Including you- And in this moment- The world bends over for you- Wild nights in Hollywood suites- You’re staring at the big Talk Show hosts’ but not between you’re toes- You’re right hand used to be tired from the usual whacking- But now it’s giving your signature that for all this time- Really meant nothing significant- Its pizza face fuckers- And little girl giggles- And never standing in line- To do lines- In another day, the weight of it all, the world on your back- Will bend you over ever so slowly, enough where as you wont notice- Or give a fuck- And that’s when the smiling juggernaut double faced cannibalistic media- Will take back the ego they lent you and fuck you like the bitch you’ve become with out it- It’s quite a humbling expierence-Birth sign: Libra
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