Thursday, March 31, 2011

FAME

fame is over-rated
it is attainable sometimes
but it is fleeting
it claims you
yet, you work to keep it
it's a fooler
the joke's on you
fame

my fifteen minutes
have turned into miserable hours
hours of insanity
i work for a cipher
a wisp of smoke
nothing solid
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
fame

in the end
fame is the procurement of:
the biggest mausoleum
or the longest obituary
or the procession of a multitude of mourners
who long to be seen
also plenty of shiny limosines
and properly suited embalmers
who rarely put shoes on the corpse
because they can't be seen in the coffin
so money is saved
fame

2 comments:

  1. This is genius! The truth.... is in the end.... beautiful!

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  2. I might need to write another book of just poems, Mike...I hope you enjoyed "Blue Collar Journal"!

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