Paparazzi

Papa-rot-sea Downtown at the Uptown/ the class clown/ runnin’ on fumes of toxic clutter/ muttered / shuttered / buttered the breath\of/ her breathless/depthlessness\ deep down inside/ she’s shallow/ but a hard act to follow/ lots and lots\of/ wallow to swallow/ call me callow/ call me cad/ she called me the Cab Calloway\of/the Holloway Motel/ She was retro like that/ And\ I/ as always/was future/imperfect. Click. In reckless/ fecklessness/ \w/ imported impunity/ her whole damn community/ immuned\ from/immunity\ was up in arms/ and down on uppers/ was ground round/ and ready to tweak/ from that freaky sneak peek\@/ the speakeasy/beneath the peak of Pico/ to the shores of the Skeletal Keys/ in the rear of the Key Club/near Largo/ she’s a walking embargo/ Smile babe or vomit/ You wanna be a comet/ we need the cargo/ This ain’t trigonometry Don’t just stand there/ Feed the economy. Click. Click. Click.