Onlookers falter beneath your fame,
vapid head cocked to ennunciate the light,
the cameras that appear like opening eyes
to capture every nuance that is your name.

The fog and mirrors, the magic is the make-up,
the harlotry, the showbizness, the productplacement,
the lawyers align themselves, a court of theives,
and you shine in the limelight, the only light there is....

04/29/2004

Posted on 04/30/2004
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