Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

I picture myself on the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous with some old fart
interviewing me, while I drink champagne with an erection, watching a pretty
blonde in a bikini or without a bikini, while the nauseating sun beats against
my eyelids, and they take pictures, lots of pictures of bald old men screwing
young models in luxurious hotels, shahs and sheiks parading in their underwear,
stinking of oil and money, and their hearts are black and their souls are black
like their oil, and there are Hollywood actors and actresses exchanging sick
grins of pleasure, trying to save the world with their charitable donations to
retarded children, and there is smell of sex in the air and lots and lots of cameras,
but these people are all dead and plastic, and I can’t get a hard-on anymore
and I scream: “I want out!  I want out!  I need some air!” and they have caviar
on their vaginas and they all speak French, voulez-vous quelque chose? and I’m
watching it all with a headache, O my God, O my God, this is delicious, this is
just fabulous! and I throw up into a big swimming pool, onto the seat of their
Mercedes-Benz, and they sue me for millions of dollars, ouch!
 

 
                                       August 26, 1989
                                    --Alexander Shaumyan