Kate mossed!

"Kate Moss-ed" By Marcus Cooke

Like a vomit stain at a party
You're always there,
you're face always pouting,
id like to throw you
through the air.

You look like alien
from the far reaches of space,
with tentacles for eyelids
and slime for a face.

Where once you were pretty,
star of magazines,
now your attitudes or shitty
and you creak at the knees.

Where some of us sell are soul
for festival tickets
you waltz in for free,
you live in luxury
while some of us live in trees.

I hope you get trampled on
torn apart by crows,
by the way, what was that,
that just went up your nose??

You looked me up and down
like i was one of the "common people"
and due to your "pharmaceutical situation"
i had a face that looked like treacle!

At the end of the day
it was no big loss,
i just got kung fu'd
i just got kate mossed.