Five
I never wanted to be famous
Never wanted any kind of glory
I thought that it is reserved
For special kind of people
Those kind that
Was born with that
But as time pass by
I more and more
Want my five minutes
That moment
That piece
It would be only mine
Blaze of glory
Blast of fame
That spot on the top
So I wonder myself
How it is to be famous
To have all and
Even more
That you need
To get everything on plate
Cars more than I can drive
Girls more then
I can handle
Friends more then
I ever will know
More suits then
I can wear
More dinners then
I can eat
Everything paid
Everything for free
And my signature
On expensive stuff
But I need only five
Minutes
Probably more then
I can handle
I Pray For Boris
For He Not Greedy.
His Five Minutes
He Is Needy.
KS
A little poem
I will put out
Later
Thanks a lot
Thanks a lot