28 September 2012
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.'
Fame. • Opuss № I