Thoughts behind an Idea: by skills exchange punk poet Wasps Vs Humans
As a whole we are too obsessed with the celebrity. This is fame over talent and in most cases the new breed of celebrity is without any of it. They think their faces will earn them money and in some cases that is enough. We are living in an age where we will pay someone to attend a party; we will pay someone to get married, we will pay someone to live in a house, we will pay someone to open a shopping centre, we will pay someone to pose for a photo.
Fame eats into us. We are all hungry for it to some extent and want to be recognised for doing, being, something, or someone.
The monster that is celebrity is killing the arts. So let’s tell this celebrity beast that we don’t care what they look like, who they are currently fucking and that we wish them to crawl back underneath the rock that they came from. Sorry Jade Goody, sorry Paris Hilton, sorry Jordon but your time is up.
The Killing of Celebrity Culture
The killing of celebrity culture, raised to the ground, like vultures
Cleaning up the screens, papers, magazines.
Wiping away the image of your face
Taken from you in the night, in a rage
Shoot up to outer space
Because we don’t want to see you, anymore, never welcome, disappeared without a trace
Taken to a place with no cameras, no autographs, no TV
We got something else to do, watch, see, feel, believe
Maybe even dream our own dreams, wouldn’t that be something, not living out yours. Making them real for you, buying into your fantasies.
Videos shots by swimming pools, where are we in the picture? We don’t look like that, we never will do, can be, that thin, that blond,
I guess we build you up, to watch you fall. We’re sorry we had to kill you, we didn’t like your direction, your latest film, role, boyfriend, CD, picture, hairstyle.
You had to go, someone else’s turn you see.
Let go of the rope now, try to enjoy what you had, not what you didn’t have. You ungrateful bastard child. Grow old and fat like the rest of us.
You shouldn’t have said those words, then, to him, her. Think of your fans, your public, the Xposé, the truth behind the truth, behind the scenes, pictures in the papers and the magazines.
Got to go now, they’re digging your grave. No one to see you off I’m afraid, should have died younger, with a prettier face, with more hair.
The killing of celebrity culture is the breaking news today; the truth is we just don’t care anymore. And that’s the price of fame.
Wasps vs Humans
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