Alexander Downie - Being Famous

Your latest haircut denotes your status and style,
a thick velvet rope lifting makes your false smile.
Tattooed arms state, crazy child like charms,
draped laminate passes, a vacant call to arms.

A house, a pool, fickle friends, a brand new car,
nothing real, nothing of value makes a star.
Perhaps I am tired of your list of names,
happy not to features in your lost games.

Alexander Downie

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