The Hollywood Charity

Screened portraits

projected through our pockets

locate the exits and buy their

lives in paper magazines

To praise and don't forget to

envy everything that they have

but only one thing that matters

the artificial dialogue

portrayed in lies

So we give them our land

give them our attention

and watch them live

whether it be themselves

or the struggling

businessman

The wholes in the speakers

bleed symphonic feeling

admiration stuck in our heads

and no way out

are we thankful for enjoyment?

or dumbstruck by the raised

appearance of a stage

So we look up to them

we look up to them

so we look up to them

we look up to them

This is for the single mother

working double shifts

at the local diner

housing the drug deals

and the farmers

awaking the sun

to feed the ground

which feeds the world

withholding the lives

full of jealousy