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