Stars are just like us,
they implode without warning,
leaving a debris field
to ride roughshod over.
It is quite a performance,
so they post a sign
and sell tickets,
just to keep it legal.
Stars, they're just like us,
they like it on top,
but often survive
as bottom-dwellers.
They whistle while they work,
clawing at the walls
of a coal mine,
hoping for a little snow white.
Holding fast before the lights
go down, leaving them lonesome
with credit card debit
and video on demand.
"Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary." - Marilyn Monroe
