Fame Game For a Silent Friend
Dollars don't grow on trees
Spilling secrets saving scenes
Faltering for all the world to see
Uncongenial uncontrollability
sucking life right out of me
Where do simple answers lay
brooding stables they can stay
jumping hurdles as I pray
pressing for another day
feeling sun gods golden ray
pretentious prohibition
losing hope and inhibition
fame costing an exhibition
slowly caught attrition
lost is the attraction
Copyright © Raw Thinker | Year Posted 2017
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