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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Slaves to media hype Feeding your numb minds With news tripe Celebrity Correspondence Filled glossy pretence Lost all feeling of common sense In there defence, they are paid To believe in their own self importance Documenting lives of no consequence Details scrutinized, laying in wait With prying eyes, having to go out in disguise When actually this brings more attention Did I forget to mention? That was their intention! Staples and tucks, staple to the diet Eating thin air, to keep them quiet Ten pounds gained would cause a riot Paid to kiss and tell, myths to dispel And expose the jezebel, cut her to size Sent to the press gutter hell Snapped in precarious places With powder nose faces Or solicited embraces Lawyers with sharks fin Ready to lure in Unsuspectin’ Paid lucrative deals Ensuring nobody squeals Eating into royalties Big bucks and bigger fees This addiction, this disease Once tasted, hard to leave Brainwashed to believe This is the only way Yes, it’s naïve But when you’re stuck in L.A. L.A. Land With the good, ugly and the tanned And your face is your brand What else are you going to do? You’re sold out and see through Left exposed, battered, black and blue Become reclusive behind 12 foot walls You don’t go out and nobody calls Washed up, wasted, worthless No one left to impress In your final distress You consume pills For imagined ills Locked up in Hollywood hills Drugs to wake, drugs to sleep One to many and in to deep Found by a maid in a heep But at least A listers attended And your send off was splendid And they cried, even if they pretended No, not like you intended But you’re a star in the street Forever remembered in concrete…
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