For future reality stars...

Untitled draft...
read as if spoken..
BRO
KEN
lines are intentional
(inspiration: Generation M:Misogyny in Media and Culture)


Everything is staged and set
And
Everything is
PER-FECT
Hollywood's the greatest game,
And all the girls are
OB-JECTS
Spend a lot to get your fix
cover up that crucifix
Spread your legs
And close your mouth
opiNION is not what counts
We want your skin
your sweat
that grin
To keep that money rollin in
You think that fame comes for free?
We'll teach you 'bout celebrity
Silicone and movie screens
Shadows of forgotten dreams
Of burning lights and bursting veins
Where everyone must speak the same
They fear of losing
BEAUTY
They plead with doctors
“SHOOT ME UP
with youth and glamor
Make the paparazzi
Clammer!"
Flash and snap at every stitch
Would this fulfill your tabloid wish?


How many kids dropped dead for
Those drop dead gorgeous threads, you're
Wearing diamonds tainted red
Don't let THAT guilt into your head...

We've crafted the lie you're MADE to desire
Like vestal virgins being prepped for the fire
You've swallowed the wine, vine and all
Sit back, relax,
And enjoy the fall,
Turn up the lights and the VOL
UME
And let all the people con
sume
All the glittery drivel
We've been mining this shit for years
Cause the golds long gone
It's the same sad song,
Now all that's left are your tears...
And we'll bottle that up
Add roses for scent,
And BAM it's a perfume
That costs a months worth of rent
Now you smell so sweet
With all our chemicals,
Soaking into your cancerous tan,
The pH is just right and with the perfect plight
We might let you attach to a man.
Someone to complete you
A creature to seduce you,
Together forever,
Two rats in a cage.
It's the essence of you: that's what we crave
And we'll suck from you,
From beyond the grave,
Because there's cash to be made ,
from a superstars ashes,
The postmortem fanfare,
Now thats where the cash is!
Slip into the limousine and then into your casket honey,
We're off to your funeral,
Let's go make some money.