You know when you eat too many sweets and get diabetes?
Paparazzi are the diabetes of materialistic culture.—Shirley MacLaine
i am the paparazzi,
my kodak lens tsunami
a thirst quenched but by vile pursuits
of fame along parisien routes.
till i am satisfied,
no sovereign rights denied,
tabloids i feed, whose instant greed
avoids the need to beg or plead.
weep for love's recompenser,
the late diana spencer,
cornered and photographed to death
e'en as she gasped for one last breath!
while tongues of flashing bulbs
her visage ate in gulps,
blatant their cries 'neath sullen skies;
vacant, cold eyes, their fallen prize.
the steeplechase unended,
sleek fenders yet unbended,
a princely gallop in the wake
(a popularism earthquake!)
leaves memories that vex
the duchy of sussex.
markle must find some sterile place
sparkle unkind can ne’er deface.
© Copyright 2023 May 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫