i see you smiling at me
from your perch
on your pedestal
cute. smug. complete
i see your perfect curves
framed by obscene headlines
sex. drugs. rock and roll
i can’t believe that you could do such a thing
you’re just too hot for scandal
i could take you home if i wish
for a few bucks i could
delve into your sorrow
share in your pain
but i’ll never share your fame
[or your shame]
i could ignore you if i wish
but the amount of skin
is more than the "dress" your in
you’ve gone places i could only dream of
and i’ve gone nowhere fast
as your life rises and falls like the stock market
mine is steady goin’ like a toy train
on track for nothing special
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