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Fame

Fame
feeds in sugar
left from the horses
race
and makes sausages
perfectly the same
grows in garbages
of another planet
plastic Venus
that never pees
in a public toilette
dresses like a hooker
and spends in Vegas
every weekend...

Talking about fame
it's like kicking
an empty
soup can
or getting a kick
on your butt
from the blind horse
next door...

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