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Fame is a kind of addiction. It can be a lethal condition If taken with no restriction Real life succumbs to fiction. Elvis took too much stuff. Janis fell for too much guff. Jimi didn’t quit soon enough. Morrison had to act tough. It was all about being a star Instead of being what you are. Life is not a big expensive car It’s what you have done so far. Becoming a famous insufferable, And ordinarily unapproachable, Can make behavior intolerable Rendering you reprehensible. They turned away with a shrug Went back to a favorite drug Left a dead body for others to lug; Their fame swept under a rug. The pretty face won’t protect you No matter how often they inject you. In time your fans will neglect you But the coroner won’t reject you. The star insures that his crew, Let him do what he wants to do. Refuse him and you’re through The star has no use for what’s true.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
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Fame is a kind of addiction. It can be a lethal condition If taken with no restriction Real life succumbs to fiction. Elvis took too much stuff. Janis fell for too much guff. Jimi didn’t quit soon enough. Morrison had to act tough. It was all about being a star Instead of being what you are. Life is not a big expensive car It’s what you have done so far. Becoming a famous insufferable, And ordinarily unapproachable, Can make behavior intolerable Rendering you reprehensible. They turned away with a shrug Went back to a favorite drug Left a dead body for others to lug; Their fame swept under a rug. The pretty face won’t protect you No matter how often they inject you. In time your fans will neglect you But the coroner won’t reject you. The star insures that his crew, Let him do what he wants to do. Refuse him and you’re through The star has no use for what’s true.
brent-kincaid
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
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