Masque

Fake smiles on put upon faces

No genuine laughs to lighten the day

Nary a hope of knowing what one’s place is

Only the masque, a mere children’s play

We cavort and politic, Sell our secrets for fame

Keeping the bigger ones close to our chest

Legions of fans screaming a name

Never willing to take five minutes rest

When one of them falls another will rise

A sad state of affairs, a hard thing to see

A short focus on the cause of demise

Never willing to place the blame where it should be

We worship too hard and plot our way

But sometimes it’s taken way too far

There’s a line that’s crossed, very easy to stray

To be near the rising star

Leave them time for their lives, it will be good

Their work will gain for it too

Think if it was your life you know you would

Dislike being stalked, True?

Somehow the rhyme scheme got away from me here.  The sentiment is there though.

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