They’re stealing our attention from real issues
I support trafficked children and women
Not pampered celebrities on casting couches
Who lived privileged lives of glamor
Were worshiped by us commoners
The sheepish peasants
We who bought their music, watched their movies, filled their pockets, groupies sucked their rockets
We the fans feed their decadent glory
Their mansions and sex on jets and yachts and private islands
Me Too is a distraction
From the real trafficked victims.
I don’t care about Gwyneth Paltrow
Or Rose McGowan.
Were they chained up and starved?
Were they kept as slaves in dungeons?
Were they desperate or were they idiots?
I’m not saying they asked for it
But they knew something was coming
They wanted fame
and played the crooked game
and now they think they’re heroes
for speaking out.
Rich people’s lives are living sprouting
I know this but get distracted
drawn in to the meaningless gossip.
Maybe it’s all concocted
Drama Rama Ding Dong Poo
Amber Heard left a doo doo
She gave Johnny a boo boo
And allegedly pooped on his side of the bed.
Tired of Gwyneth Paltrow,
Didn’t she gloat and thank Weinstein at the Oscars ritual?
Hollywood Fake and Phoney
Plastic Surgery Amusement Park,
LaLa land that was a desert
Stolen water rechanneled.
The magicians trick is diversion
Distraction comes in all forms
Keep your attention on the truth not the norm.
Question what’s being presented
What’s being hidden? Why?
What’s being re-formed?
What’s the real agenda?
Who owns the owned media?
The labyrinth obstacle course
Dead ends and moving doors
and floors and walls
crossing sideways invisible forward.
Mirror light refractions blinding illusions towards.
Intuition is an inner hidden wisdom
Close your eyes and concentrate
Trust your inner knowing.
Detectives filter through truth and lies
By Following clues and proof and reason
Maybe whatever the media’s focusing on
Or celebrating should be absolutely, entirely,