Stage Managed
oh god! the wheels are falling off oh no! she’s damaged, flaunting her 16 th child from her 17 th marriage, it’s all so painfully stage managed, she’s got rocket leaves, honking feta cheese and olives, a plastic completion with dead skin hanging from it, she’s got a ‘Boat Race’ with tattooed brows, strategic dilemmas leaked to the madden-crowd, she dresses to impress falling short at the finish line, a self-styled guru who couldn’t give a toss about you it’s a grift, she doesn’t mean it don’t listen, don’t subscribe don’t follow, don’t tick for a notification, clicks are her occupation
