Are the non-famous brave?
Do they encounter insurmountable odds?
Do they give to charity with fanfare?
I don't know.
Never seen their biographies on TV.
Maybe that's why so many desire Hollywood fame,
not enough appreciation for life unexamined.
If we all achieved fame utopia wouldn't be far off.
Think of all we'd do knowing interviews were imminent.
We'd have to eliminate career faux pas to keep lengthy decline at bay,
arrange some type of a super socials security,
federally funded posterior, face and gam guarantees.
Our economy would soar with wartime-like production
of trucks, cars, cities, towns and trains,
to blow up and enflame again and again.
No rocks thrown at Mercedes or Beemers out of jealousy.
A Rodeo Drive at every corner.
We'd be looking in the mirror too often to start a war.
No more lawyers, politicians, junkies or crooks.
Everyone would work out six days a week,
all trim, tucked, bulbous and tan.
Plenty of award shows, galas and openings to display
wrinkle free skin, newborn pearly whites.
A star wagon of our very own.
Gold rings for every finger and toe.
A fountain in every living room.
A chicken franchise in every town we've got.
More than just a limo at the wave of a hand.
But let's not forget the most important thing,
offspring to perpetuate our perfected rituals of delight
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Many ponderations in wise poemization of social hypnotic trance... This composition depicts and satirizes the ways of superficial living. "The Cure for Cancer: Hollywood Fame" has developed its message in grand style.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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