i kinda like this well, poem, i wrote when i was bored. haha. it's kinda weird.
poor of mind and soul
I dream of a time when I'll be famous and rich
When everyone knows my name
And clamours over me.
When they fuss over me
And give me the best everything.
When I'll wear the most expensive dresses and jewellery
Which cost about as much as
A year's supply of ten families' meals.
Of a time when I'll be so famous
That wherever I turn, people will stare
At the wonder, the glamour, the magnificence
That is me.
When I'll be featured on every paper,
Magazine, Book, Television, Radio.
When my fat paycheck will come each time I
Smile for the cameras looming overhead
And strike a lil pose for the millions of people
Who wanna get a slice of me but cannot
Be so freaking rich that I'll be able to
Feed an entire nation.
And wear diamonds, pearls, rubies, sapphires
And all stones really.
Be so famous I'll attend every award ceremony
Sitting in the front row, wearing an extravagant,
Big, puffy gown that can fit two,
That comes from the biggest names
And is the only one in the entire world.
And sit there and yawn to the camera
And get away with it.
Where I'll hear the names of the award winners
Drone on and on. And I'll clap politely.
Be so famous everyone will look and stare.
I'll wear the most elaborate, ornate dresses ever
And steal, make that rob, the limelight from every other person
Standing within a ten metre radius.
And make them look in awe,
Worship and idolise me.
Those fools who know nothing and gape and
Faint and do all sorts of silly things.
