And so the mainstream sharks attack, with rotting souls that taste of sugar. Skin stained orange, tongues like snakes, ready to devour you. Rabid eyes absorb the scandals, of celebrities that have no name. They crave the tales of others shame, of others blame, of others fame. An addicting river of gaudy colours, appealing to material needs. Don’t they see? It’s all a lie, a ruse designed to draw them in.
Like cats they turn upon each other, fighting for dominance and ownership. The bestial nature hiding beneath layers of glitter, make-up hides the bruises under eyes. If your different, you are a threat, to the fragile pyramid they create. If a threat is left to fester, the whole thing will come tumbling down. So they’ll destroy you, dishonour you, exploit you, toy with you. They’ll use you, abuse you, laugh with you then kill you.
They hunt in packs, driven by madness, their worth lies in their purses. So I beg you all, don’t be drawn in, don’t let them over you, have ownership. For though they sparkle like the stars, they soon will supernova. An then what’s left? A huge black hole. A parasite, that’s what they are. So stay away and lurk in shadows, for soon my friends, our time will come. To be sane is folly, to be strange is to be free. For the brightest are the first to fade…
love it…’mainstream sharks’..what a term…:)