A Juvenile Future Star

All I could afford Was loitering at Stu Wards Having a draft Rooty tooty in beer craft When suddenly It was not funny A feeling I was done No longer welcome It was twilight gleaming Star struck with meaning Then like it was on cue Supporter fan Echo Zulu Exclaimed Woo Hoo Leaving these resentful two Screaming critically boo boo This attitude made me leave After wiping my foul mouth on me sleave Headed then to an Italian kitchen Hour close to be witching Stomach needing protection Pizza Bianca was the late-night selection Winning the food fetish election Took some time Enjoyed the dine Before taking a joy ride No needing a guide Up the scenic rout To the twin lights where I was going to shout From the paved cliff viewing defined Cornish Making a wish Dreaming a gigantic fish Will work with my look Baited on the photogenic hook Still at peace About the decision giving me a release On their terms Being concern Staying firm What was learned Feeling burned Interpreting the modern games rules Written by fools Stating to have success Reported in the press You need fortune and fame For everyone to know your name Standing here I do declare Showing a glaring stare Sending out a dare Stating nothing can compare Since success came to me fair And square Leaving power players professionally scared