The Ballad of Marion Blew (4) Publicists

Like she never gave a whimper, her ailing heart rests in a hospital bed..

The few lucky to be permitted, stood barrel chested, like nothing was wrong

Publicists gather and advise, and bark orders at Marion, however their words hold no weight

Perfunctory misgivings about a messiah incarnate

The holy note was sung, but will never be sung again she says

A book about the note, will make you millions, think about the rights

You can name your price, and everyone will buy..

The media are like vultures, and prey upon turmoil

It's only within, Marion does not externalize it, not buying in to the barrage of hawkers

"What about a Netflix exclusive? "Or perhaps a biopic?"

All the suggestions met with scowls, she removes her tubes and saunders past the crowd..

And exits WARD E..