Heather gets good grades

She makes sure all her teachers get paid

Bon bons and croquet

She keeps a diary fresh red ink

And it says

I think I'm gonna be a star, star, star, star

Christy has a big house

And to swim in the pool we change

They're naked, my training

Bra smells like feet and I'm so ashamed

But generational wealth has a smell too

It's book rot, sage, and the blood of the

Ones pushed out of the way

Lamb chops, Aesop, fresh dirt topping the ones that blocked the way

They all wound up among the stars, star, star, star

Kendall came of age the second that her nudes hit

The digital stage

I saw them six, six, six times, once in the classroom

And five more late at night, blue flame dull, veiled in the bedroom light

I was ashamed

But if you asked her now

She'd say it was all worth the trade to be a

Star, star, star, star