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.