Matthew 21, 8: And a very great multitude….cut down branches from the trees and strewed them in the way.
It was to have been a glorious procession
From photo-shoot to street-life, the starlet’s progression
Nevermind the film within-a-film, outwith the play of reel-to-real
The message in the bottle – Peace, is what we were meant to feel
Bottle breaks, glass splinters, puncturing the starlet’s tender skin
Hostile crowd rolls up the red carpet: ‘You know nothing of the state we’re in,
Little Miss Privilege, riding into town on your half-sister’s ass.’
But leaving slebs aside, who’s been milking what, is the question (not) to ask.