Said the Reality Show Consultant

The C in C-list might as well stand for canceled

Hardcore New Yorker accents and millions of dollars

Couldn’t salvage one’s reputation like the bars he claimed to do

Yelling, bossing it up, and saltier attitudes than the Atlantic Ocean

Only worked for so long

“Starving dogs are obedient dogs!”

Says the man who acquired handouts from Uncle Sam while lambasting others for being lazy (selective socialism, much?)

Spoken like a tried-and-true slave master

Prayers are raised to heaven for the right person to shove kettles in your face

As he’s forced to converse with them with a side of crow sandwiches

Certain people aren’t allowed to act like you in your show when they’ve been punished for less

Another entry into the hypocrisy portfolio

The only apologies are being late for saying “Bye, Felicia”

Despite only seeing the program in passing (the blood boiled quite often even while ignoring everything)

Cleansing As A Lost Art (Sadly Enough)

The pandemic rages on

Decent people do their best to be clean

Yet some dirty people with status have shown themselves as of recently

Kelso and Jackie felt being clean was optional with them and their kids

A certain rapper’s blonde wife only showered when she felt “icky”

An internet media mogul didn’t know what a washcloth was until his tennis player wife taught him how to use it this year

Why are people so nasty and why do people want to be like them?

Bank accounts and fame weren’t substitutes for cleanliness

The rumors spread like germs as society is far from godly and they’d be right according to that age-old adage

Maybe the commoners with sense should stick to elbow-bumps and extra hand sanitizer should they meet the stars

Even the destitute and disadvantaged at least showered once a day

It makes one wonder why America ranked #1 with this virus

The dirtiness should be severely dialed down to multiple degrees, so the doves of hygiene can soar

Maledictions Get Ignored

Blessings are a thing whether one believes in a divine power or not

Yet some overlook the antonyms

Plagues aside, the signs become more obvious throughout the world

Embarrassments and debacles are on display

As severe things afflict those who thought they had control

Throwing millions of bills as a frail attempt to stay in power

Failure was impending

And curses will shower onto those deceivers

Plica Vocalis Retribution

They wanted the purest silence

24 karat taciturn acoustics

Whenever the “wrong” kind of male voice is spotted in earshot

Not a raised one or a defiant one

Just existing made them inflamed

Vying for the erasure for the crime of just being

Excuses compound together

Under the subterfuge of azure eyes

The extraction happened

No contract, warnings, or potions

Yet chaining the vocal cords

The desire to bring it back scorched brightly

Once the morales lower than Mariana’s Trench were in sight

Diving towards a thousand fathoms

Where no one can hear anyone scream

Vocal larceny was at it’s peak

And it was a challenge to get it back

How dare they rob the sound

Once the voice would be retrieved

Only a more aggressive homage to a devil ray mage crafted by the Rising Sun

Yet transplanted from a Nordic kingdom would suffice for them

The thievery guild will be repaid in kind

Forever the muted scourges

Writhing without sound

As bodies dissolve into foam

On the acidic ocean they created

Such retribution was a primal scream

When the thieves became infautated by their romance of one person’s silence