Food for the Vultures

Your breast covering the papers
but you didn’t want them there
yet you exposed them, as means
to pay buy your way up the celebrity stairs

Your threesome met out in the news
with your homicidal man.
You get yourself a lawyer, hun
Because they will watch it if they can

You say you hate the paparazzi
yet you offer them some food
they come as crows. Picking vultures.
Because they have understood

The pleasure to be in the papers
the talk and the gossip of the city
Just shreds to cover your trained bum,
you just lost your dignity

Your body sold to playboy
the story to the sun
Your smile is just a cover up
for what they have done

You attention seeking whore
of celebrity fall out waste
Your petty life is, oh, so tough
because they spread it out like paste

You dug your own social grave
Now we pay to dig you up

You got you new body to flaunt
for a decent C to an E cup

You couldn’t take the pressure,
they messed you up and let you die
in a filthy hotel bathroom
And the public will cry
Because  you life has been so tough
they all know what you had gone through
yet they hungered for gossip and lies

But you, you knew the world of celebrities and paparazzi

through
and

through