feted by the paparazzi
now part of the glitterati
renounced by the was
success without a pause
fuelled by many a muse
making the daily news
living the beautiful illusion
cradled in glorious pretention
rising above abject failure
in a manner woe cavalier
ignoring the signs of reality
creeping up on thy sleeping entity
hark. look. sunshine. it's time
wakey, my deah. rise and whine.
