Roar of applause for…

The trampled girl sits atop a mountain.
Her pride stands upon golden lion guard gates.
Her name is somewhat uncertain.
Her den let alone by morning hates.

The offspring jump in delight,
For the new shopping trip to Harrods.
Flash, flash, flash and a scream of light.
It should be these beasts that run after the cowards.

Our insects mind or a thought:
We will solute her, like the Nazi.
Get my picture of lust I have fought.
Shouts “Get away you parasite paparazzi!”

Limo drive back with the paw girl.
Lapping at the finest from France.
“Oh how they would love me to give them a twirl”.
I would not want to spare her a glance

Dining at gold plastic and pounces for the meat.
Compared to how us savages could only beg for.
Her lifetime snow season turned to sleet.
We lied. To get what we adore.

During my retreat home, hear our protagonist.
Speculation of affairs, fears and troubles.
She whisperingly roars just to be in the A list.
Her tasteless music sings. Crush it on the cobbles.

When the night comes. Loneliness.
We clawed too much for that attention.
It will leave her to sleep. Dream a mess.
She sleeps. All over now is this depression.