Gold $hit

Celebrity – most misunderstood human asshole.

Every smile she fakes every tweet he makes –

for haemorrhoid ads and panty pads Kerching!

Listen to that sweet ring a ding ding.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Get naked for charity

Death – hunger –

dead babies in Bosnia

– ride that gravy train

like a bucking goat on heat –

take snappy snaps when you defecate and sleep.

Cloying – non-stop chin rubbing Uriah Heep!

Money nostrils flare – bum lick kisses with quacking billionaires

Gucci eye glistens – they endorse –

cue the applause – we all sit back and listen.

Get an invite to the palace.

Three-hour lunches at Soho House –

and at five thirty white orchids arrive at the front office.

‘Thank you,’ to the pimping pariahs of the corporate regime

The black teeth of greed – grinning – backstage all-access VIP.

Sell virgin hair

edible underwear

skinny mint tea

and silver tongued fantasies.

There’s a photo op pinned to the thigh of a pop sex prima donna

and a million likes up for grabs for her pet iguana.

Party in a limo –

he’ll be your bestie for a negotiated fee –

a Rolex watch – all expenses guaranteed.

Celebrity – A weapon of mass deflection.

Red rope segregation.

Let’s dissect Kate’s snake skin shoes

and Johnny’s latest Twitter feud.

‘Don’t you know who I am?’

‘A lick spitting Spaniel for the establishment?’

Fuck celebrity – safe – homogenised beauty –

fairy dust popularity – tax haven security and that weekend spread in Hello magazine.

Branded prostitution buys you riches and fame

but when the lights dim and you’re broken – too old to play the game –

as a foot print on this treasured earth ask yourself

How much are you really worth?

Saira Viola
Pic: Elena Caldera