Confession of a Rock Star

Say a line and take a bow This has always been in my head From my V.I.P. room backstage, I can see them but they can’t see me “Your cue” said the manager I smiled and said “got it” but I shivered Nobody could see because they said “he is born for the stage” The scream on stage re-awakened my sleeping brains And I remembered that I have not consulted my oracle “King of rock!! King of rock!!!” they screamed My manager is on my tail “come out boy” Out of haste, I called on the oracle, the deities and the ancestors I was high at last, floating in the worship bestowed on me I strummed the first string and the crowd went wild I was literally the king, in control of my subjects The party has just started when the deities and the ancestors called I felt dizzy and staggered but the crowd screamed some more Believing its part of the performance I wasn’t fooled, I know the cue So I begged my oracle to hold them at bay, promising to answer after the party But “No!” they are impatient and their strength is consuming me I know what is happening because I have been in the game So I strummed the guitar and fail on my knees but this case can’t be handled like other cases My oracle I can control but the deities and ancestors are far stronger Before I could blink, I was on my back on stage and people were screaming out of fear and men carried me off the stage, were pictures were taken and calls were made I blinked again, only to open my eyes in a white room filled with flowers Right on screen is my manager, telling the press a white lie of my coming down with the flu I laughed; because I knew they fooled nobody