Strolling in the park with picknee dem, paparazzi pickup your scent or is it an impromptu
Photo shoot engineered by burgher bar
Stock rises, fans midriffs expands,
The cash cow doing her thang 24/7.

Isn’t it strange how nature endows the male peacock with a flaming butt array?
But gives it to female Homo sapiens hip hip hurray!
Speak for yourself, deary I hear dem say.
Drooling, fawning can you see the wood through the trees, sort the wheat from the chaff
Doesn’t matter if you can tell real from manufactured
Self from illusion
What the hell just bask in the adulation and accept all that it brings
You’re the one today tomorrow move on reinvent
For a continuation of the gravy train an entire industry in your wake
No need to think for yourself
Apart, living in a bubble?
No worries, they’ve got your interests at heart
And they really, really don’t want you to break.
Just look what they’ve got lined up in the wings waiting to take your place!

Cynical? Not I.
You do it to me baby musically, occasionally
But as a physical, spiritual woman?
You’ll do for me everytime. XX