Downhill
The diva cursed her entourage
For not meeting her needs
Her entourage screamed at the help
Who fired employees
Who kicked the dog, who bit the fan
That couldn’t make the show
And couldn’t buy the tickets
So the fan club didn’t go
And so the falling star burned out
The pecking order banned
They say shit always runs down hill
Until it hits the fan
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