21st December 2013

Sonnet 49



Not Guilty - now our big Tell All can come,

A press-primed jury loved the big defect

 In your case, that astronomical sum

We spent bounced back to you in all respects

When PR court disaster came to pass:

Art guy rubbed your nose in the public eye .

We've all got dirty secrets, but that was

Oh-so-not part of goddess gravitie.

Hacks circle (stars get burnt at the stake here)

For what's left once love and kindness desert

Or die; filthy lucre gets to uprear,

Decency grabs what's a small walk-on part,

    Millionaires pay briefs to playact our laws,

    Love's the last defence against such a cause.