Your Aim of Fame

If I'm to say, You knew me not But one of the models I can't do without Not just a contest, I have your bio to paste An anecdote of your fame in every state Your aim of president sit, has nailed a headache To whom who wanted to be the first place Poor thing though, a called kano born For your hunt, you purr a scornful form Against the 'THEN' ancient norm. Who knew thou? If not for thy dirty game Living on and on lieing to be plus 7 decade For more vast fame, every risk you take Like a cat, nine lives ride on a cunning cart It's Never erased, what you've done in past Your aim of fame, now takes us to next Poverty stage.