Bread and Circuses

In 100 AD, poet Juvenal declared

Bread and circuses had Romans ensnared,

With subsidies we're sustained,

Reality shows numb our brains,

We're engrossed in our vanity fairs.

Beauty and the Botox

You love their pouts and their smiles,

Their looks defy age all the while, 

That actor's face, 

Of wrinkles not a trace, 

It's the Botox and the surgeon's guile.

Amar Singh's out in the cold

Amar Singh's out in the cold,

With a gaggle of celebrities grown old;

His party's kaput,

He shoots himself in the foot,

His manic rants multiply fivefold.