Hell eh?

Blood red carpet.
Tarted up good.
Suited and booted.
airbrushed we parted,
quite crushed you farted.
Started out quite well,
but ended in a terrible smell.
What do you eat?
petite blonde bombshell?
Stars running
hell for leather,
pell mell,
strippers tripping,
hairpieces slipping,
old men gripping their chests,
for long overdue cardiac arrests,
Octogenarians married to shouting
trout,
pout,
mouthed harridans
Who let one out?
Lipstick smears and tears of mascara
making black lines over
overeager plastic surgeons designs
Paparazzi sharks floating, bloated,
coated in sweat,
debts and bills to be paid,
like,
who laid who?
Who paid you to photograph the circus?
so that we can laugh,
tuxedo clowns frowning,
jugglers smuggling coke
Shows over folks!
Brown women in gowns
drowning in public see,
the dangers of publicity.