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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