The hollywood spawned elite, a specious lot
Bedecked they skylark in their gaudy bling
In wailing voices lest we have forgot
Their Janus-faced reproach inflicts no sting
With bleached, vain smiles of blazing white agleam
and tinsel town egos without restraint
With voices of deceit from golden dreams
Pronouncing screeds astride self-serving plaints
Their spellbound herds who e’er obey agog
With nodding bobble heads and Kool-Aid grins
They dare not doubt the thralls who spin the fog
The truth is clay and light work for dijinns
Fake gods and fools the Rotten John doth spurn
He saith with despite Burn Hollywood Burn!!