Escorted To The Threshold Of Fame

Many have more than been escorted,
To the threshold of fame.
Some visualized this at their births.
Knowing within them,
Fame was the name of the game to claim.

Others want notoriety.
And don't know why they want it.
Not realizing it's much more of a risk...
To have a life flaunted,
With little time to rest.
Or just quietly be alone to reflect and sit.

Many have more than been escorted,
To the threshold of fame.
Some will admit they enjoy the attention.
Others signed to contracts,
Wish they could end them quick.

Knowing it is more than posing for photos.
When so many would rather,
Eat biscuits with syrup.
And lick their lips clean...
Of the bacon fat that drips.

'This is so delicious!
May I have more of it? '

~What about your physique and figure,
To please with 'mystique'...
For your fans? ~

'Please pass me another biscuit.
I will diet when I can.'

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

Lawrence, this is a well elaborated poem full of facts and I am fully aware of...I tried to put senses into my daughter's mind every time I catch her looking in the mirror...disregarding other more important facts of life...You got my vote,10+++