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Fame
Fame, famous, fab, fair, flop.
These are the jib-jabber of giants
Who walk afloat brittle stars
Looking at the beggars below.
Plastic faces with permanent smiles.
Eyes fixated on windowless shopping.
Satton gloves cover crippled hands.
Bow-tied and dressed to impress.
With their name changed souls
They sip cognac filled reputations.
Chit chatting over caviar contracts
While the midget man fattens them up.
Late night limousines tell the tabloids
About devilish doings of this and that.
Of ruby red noses and their white Christmas's
With rolled 100’s as a constant reminder.
There precious ivory images
And their Gucci layered bodysuits
Engulf the eyesight so tainted blue.
There’s nothing to miss with a 60” view.
