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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♫
Written by cabcool
Author's Note
This is a reflection on the dangers of the paparazzi to the privacy and safety of poplar and princely fame, as experienced by the late Princess Diana in 1997, and in her son Prince Harry's "near catastrophe car chase," in 2023.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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