PrintMarch 21, 2007
Celebrity (a poem)
It's tough to be me
With celebrity
With celebrity
Burdened with fame
My fans are so lame
I put myself in your face
But now want my space
To be free of you peons
Is going to take eons
Your support bought my house
But now I will grouse
I say that it's luck
That brought me the bucks
And when I reap it
I'm gonna keep it
Especially if....
I get working stiffs
To fund all my causes
While I get applauses
Bring on the swag
In my oscar bag
New Orleans could use it
But I won't refuse it
Or donate it to
Any of you
Who have suffered
While I'm buffered
No, luck brought it to me
I'll keep it, so sue me
Would you like to be us
In our driveways a Prius
Behind garage doors though..
Gas guzzlers I call foe
While I'm in the spotlight
I tell you to please fight..
...Energy waste
For I am so chaste
I transport my pets
On private jets
Buy them diamonds of blood
While you work in the mud
My commitments are clear
Listen and hear
