why i never want to become famous :
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i'd hate to have to repeat myself,
having to regurgitate
the already said, old, ideas?
i'd rather work a fast-food
restaurant,
on the night, drive thru shift...
plus fame is a brain drain...
a literal brain drain...
olivia gatwood...
so...
              anything new?
   when art dissolves into
performance art,
to please the uninitiated masses...
blood sports,
or whatever you call it...
no... thanks...
i'll stick to my bull run,
hitting red, hitting red,
every time i'm skipping amber...

i'd hate fame, i don't want fame,
i'd actually craft less poems,
and perform more of the sort
people life, but which i deem...
absolved... namely?
****... mediocre...
            how about i blow up
a hot air balloon and call it:
oh yeah yeah, trust me...
all the gas that went in there
was all helium
(like **** it was,
sucker's going to do the 2nd Titanic)...
fame...
what a newly arrived at term
for bogus...
              no, honey,
not your face... just your ***...
thanks...
                   fame was once
a Faustian attache,
a Don Juan dream...
       now?
                     now i hope...
i hope...
               now... what's now (again)?!
now is the new there's being?
                       it! it! it's alive! no?

last thing i want is fame...
yes, i quiet like the couch...
keep your yoga mat assured
of being reused by you...
no...
             me, drink,
Tarzan swing,
Jane do precursor sanity
of 2nd wave feminism...

who the hell allowed the women
into the kitchen!
seriously?!
       i don't want women in
the kitchen... they can't cook!
let them do the boxing ring
crap.... god... i love a decent *****-fight
where nails and grabbing hair
is not allowed...
            
can i ******* to this and miss the ****?
what?! go girl! empowerment!
lady gaga yo yo!
      feisty ******* following
the groove: punch an ounce:
punch a two... tonne...
      
i'll be your Sunday parent supporter
at a football match...
shouting encouragement like:
kick the nuts and fake off-side!
but i'd be a terrible flower...
****... father...
               drunk is what a day looks like...
low hanging fruit...

                   dum-d-dum-dum...
(you really need the excess in terms
of vowels on that sore thumb d?)

back to the future
vs. star wars re-watch?
   is that even a question?!
    johnny b. goode...
contra the imperial march...
or the emperor's throne room theme...
like i already said...
is that even a question?!

guess i said so little that i must have
said all the right "things".