Celebrities

Let me breathe
exhale inhale kinda thing
let me believe
I’m just a normal human being
a regular person
because I’m human am I not
did I do something
maybe something I forgot
and then it doesn’t hit you
not like it should in reality
that you ain’t normal
you ain’t a regular nobody
celebrity burns into your skin
you got the richest of the sins
you lose a lot to have it all
you lost the ordinary before the fall
let me breathe?
You don’t get a chance to say
because we own you
you ain’t like us though you play
you wish you were normal
had bills you need to pay
but it’s so much easier
easier when you get your way
and yeah you’re human
but that only means so much
you ain’t just living or scraping by
you got the ability to live the dream
and yeah money don’t buy happiness
and yeah you can still open up and bleed
but you ain’t like us
not a regular average nobody
you a star so high up
you lost what makes you like the rest
exhale and inhale
take another gold plated breath
take it in deep
and put more diamonds on your chest
because money don’t buy happiness
oh no it don’t
but you gave up normal
to be in the heavens oh so woke
you light up the sky
you ain’t down here like all the rest
you ain’t getting by
even if your mind is such a mess
you don’t know us
like you say we don’t know you
so ask again to let you breathe
exhale inhale kinda thing
but remember what you gave up
to live amongst the stars
you gave it up
you don’t get to take it back
you aren’t a regular average nobody tonight
you gave that up
so light our sky all up so right
glitter like gold because that’s what we want to see
you gave up normal so you could be a celebrity

Starving the cat

She speaks of diamonds
she’s drinking up pearls
a powerful anthem
for all the little girls
women can sing it
and be not afraid
she’s so materialistic
with not much in brain
she’s speaking of diamonds
eating her cake
she’ll laugh when we die here
and lick off your plate
a powerful anthem
a ballad of truth
money is power
it’s the rich who’ll eat you
she speaks of diamonds
while drinking up pearls
if this is empowerment
the poor all submit
if you got some problems
you should probably quit
she speaks of diamonds
she’s drinking up pearls
empowered by money
and ripe for the juice
is this empowerment
or just selfish trash
like eating your cake
and starving the cat

I am champagne

Pink ribbons, pretty bows,
handcuffs like no one knows
I talk about the things we’d do
if you knew that I wanted too-
pretend we don’t
like the world don’t know-
I didn’t gloat
riding that free slit float-
I got the pink ribbons,
I got the pretty silk bows,
I may be a grown woman
but that shit I’ll never show
act fast and die hard
live it up and regret large
pink ribbons and daffodils
I got the flowers to pay the bills
I got that girlhood
grown woman make you feel good
I am that free champagne
doe eyed-you’d go insane.
I act like pretty in pink
too far off from being sixteen,
I talk and walk so hard
got that free flag up as art,
pink ribbons and pretty bows
I rock that cheap shit
like the world don’t know
handcuffs in fur my body bent back
I keep pretending
like my innocence isn’t on tap
while the whole world’s drinking
pretty ribbons keep me flat
girlhood is flaunted artificial at that
pretty pink ribbons, soft and wet
I make decisions I’m bound to regret

Grief

The pretty are so desperate
desperate for the fear
the tears that fall from broken eyes
the bleed that comes from ears
the gilded are so sad
but also complementary
complementing dust
and rewriting recent history
everything is crystal
the silk is blood and bone
drinking of the marrow
keeps you from growing old
the rich are oh so desperate
desperate for the poor
to fill their boring life up with pain
the pain of wanting more
the pretty are so desperate
like every shiny thing
those considered have gots
lay waste to hope supreme
the wanting of the glutinous
rewriting history
the things that make us restless
also make them grieve.

Teach billionaires their place

Billionaires like Elon Musk
save the day and create some stuff,
make the world a better place-
like Kylie Jenner and the Kardashian state.
They’ve saved skid row,
they’ve fed the hungry,
they gave money just for fun, see-
they have so much to give
like to Flint Michigan.
Don’t tear billionaires down
like Elon Musk-
he’s a self made man, a certified genius,
he makes jobs and distributes wealth,
though in actuality he does nothing
most of those jobs a consequence of existing
but he still has the balls to ask the poor
are we listening.
What have you done?
I’ve saved literal lives, but I’m not a billionaire
I’m just alive-
don’t blame the billionaires for lack of success
just remember when our wealthy
created orphanages.

Katy Perry on deportation

Deportation is a sin
unless that man
is white in skin
a threat to me
because I say!
I am Katy Perry-
so deport away!
He threatened me,
stalked my day-
I am so completely afraid
doesn’t matter that M13 stays
they may be a terrorist group
but I am not okay!
Just like liberals who hire guns
you deserve justice just because?
Oh-you have the funds
to pay for it
keep everyone but those
I don’t pick.

Pandering

The rich will act
as wealth don’t matter
all of it the same
then they will tell you
all the factors
contributing
to your pain
but cash in hand
gets more than laughter
bravery will get you killed
but when you live inside the castle
you don’t know how the
impoverished feel.

Katy and the N word

This is an activist
this is your ‘Woke’ princess
a woman with foul intent
makes money on lies
and tits
cuts her sex off for this
a statement on what she is
just a rich bigot-
with butch hair,
no kids-unhappy life isn’t fair.
All this money
but soul’s gone bare,
broken and tattered
she’s all alone-no one’s there,
quinoa in your teeth but nobody cared-
left you looking fool for your red carpet affair.
Oh poor little Katy
can’t even pay for a date
one that might keep those pesky morsels away-
maybe that’s why
when you’re being real
you have no problem comparing black to black
fuck-Katy Perry
says nigger in fact.

Not your whore

Fetishise the poor
take what isn’t yours
gild the slums and whores
then say you want it more.
Fetishise poverty
make a smut film outta me
wear that Versace while
you drink that bubbly
then sing about the struggle
’bout smoking Marlboros
and over coming obstacles
like…
you were born a rich kid
now you a gangsters bitch and
yet you think you with it
man, you ain’t know shit ’bout that.
Fetishise the poor
turn the rich into something more
pretend they’re humans but adorned
better than that ghetto spawn
but they still have that safety net
there is no righteousness within
the upper class descends
into perverted embarrassment.