The red carpet is a view to a kill
of thrills and spills at the awards,
one gigantic movie star dart board,
on my headphones I hear Duran Duran,
and inside my head I hatch a plan,
I know what'll make this interesting:
a bit of automatic lead protesting,
pumping round for round through the air
aimed at actresses with bleached hair,
the millionaires, the Prince of Bel Air,
pop stars, teen idols, I go homicidal,
the hip-hoppers and Hollister shoppers,
using teeney-boppers as bullet stoppers,
the TV reporters, the Disney supporters,
it's family-friendly televised homicide
and all brutally broadcasted worldwide,
a happy massacre on the blood red trail,
a carpet that leads straight down to Hell.
"Dance into the fire."
2.06.2009
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