In Celebratory Staus

Speaking toxic words
Yet silently we coexist
Flashes are like conversations
Everything seen is fact
Truth is fictitious
What has been report
Prompts assuming allegations
Systematically innocent
Publicly guilty
Of the very transgressions
Spectators commit daily
Yet the magnification
Is just like toxicity
Two to four times the legal limit
They way many run from creditors
The elite flee mental distress
Sharing with the world an artistic expression
In return many express pure disdain
Towards most if not all
In Celebratory Status