Fame Pandemic

Life is just a collection,
Of old clichés,
You live,
You die,
While your life's on display.

But for some the desire,
To get to the top,
Drives them,
Absorbs them,
They go for it, non-stop.

But when they get there,
It's not how they imagined,
The lifestyle,
The people,
They get more than they'd bargained.

Here's Britney and Paris,
They let it all hang out,
50 Cent doesn't sing,
All he does is shout.

These parties and clubs,
Aren't quite V.I.P.,
They're just full of people,
Who only want your Bentley.

The press here follow
Your every move,
The public lap it up,
And they love to disapprove

Of what you've become,
You had so much talent,
You question if you ever had it,
Or whether you hadn't.

The next thing you know,
You've gone from being hot,
To this weeks trash,
You're in the "What's Not".

To make yourself feel better,
Have a line of coke,
Or roll it up,
And have a smoke.

Well that was stupid!
You got high and then fell,
Now how can you perform,
When you feel like hell?

So you're in the gutter,
You're over - finished,
You're not in demand,
Your fan base diminished.

Maybe its time
For you to wake up,
You're an everyday person,
Who's ran out of luck.

You're career's over,
Before it began,
You're back with the masses,
An ordinary man.

If this is the big time,
Then turn back the clock,
Because who wants to live like this,
When people love to see you rot?

So is fame and fortune,
What you're really seeking,
Or do you want something else,
Something more enduring?

If your big break comes,
Just remember one thing,
Make sure the lure of fame
For you doesn't bring

The sex, the drugs,
And the rock and roll,
Because if it does,
You're in for a fall.

But if you don't go this way,
Don't walk this path,
Maybe it won't endso harshly,
And one day they'll look back,
And say,
"Yeah...
you were one hell of an act."