Fame.

It's camera lights,
Flashing snaps,
Constant smiles,
No end to claps.
It's pearl-white teeth,
Rose-red lips,
Silk-swathed skin,
Draped round hips.
Endless groans,
Sweet-talk me,
On my right side?
Go match my fee.
More, more cameras,
Never stops,
I can afford,
All the shops.
Big handbags,
Tiny dogs,
Kitten-heels,
Works as clogs...

Expectations.
Running high.
I'll never say:
'To Fame! Goodbye.'