Breakfast with Luvvy

Another vacuous blank on the coloured sofa;
an opinion sought from a head
empty of all but lines
and cues for other words or entrances.
Another Hollywood crusader draped in green
issues with his return flight
in his back pocket
and a rider-ful of
fair-trade produce.

As if we'd listen to you just
because you've worn some lycra
and a silly mask.
Perhaps you're a method actor
inhabiting the role of a real
live human being.

Don't bother swearing fealty to your sacred art;
your latest indy project earning
money for Afghan women
while exploiting those in your orbit.
Don't bother asking us to take you seriously:
our opinion clearly doesn't matter
since we're not insanely
famous like you.