FAME

Oh, seductress, how sweet your lust is,

Teenage dream's cry, 'foul' at justice

They ride upon your ambient essence,

For mere moments in your presence.

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Contorted little touches made,

Their meatless forms shine on parade

From teenage games of, let’s pretend,

Red tattooed pouts, smile to the end.

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Stiletto heels, raise sex appeal,

Short little skirts, will seal the deal

Fame, thy name, seems, super cool,

Yet, women's worth is minuscule!

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Dreamers, long for your golden touch,

Beware, the star that shines too much!

Some choose to honor outward looks,

To sell their souls to glossy books.

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Coffee and pills keep pounds at bay,

Not only flesh will waste away

Lust for fame brings madness surging,

Sliced up flesh and shameful purging.

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Primped and plumped with magic creams,

They bow to man's cosmetic dreams

Ignorant years blind them to age,

Broken and bleeding on life's stage...

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©️ Wendy Phelan - 2018/2020 Edit

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