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!!
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2017 06:50
- Comment from author about the poem: I refer those who are not familiar with the name Rotten John to the British Punk era and its wildly talented but sometimes smelly performers.
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Comments2
Great write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
Great imagery. Am not familiar with the artist. Enjoyed.
His stage name is Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols. Thanks for the comment Augustus.
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