Hawkman
10-23-2010, 06:52 AM
Why not gift a tear to the ghost,
who, despite his handle, isn’t dead
but just condemned in anonymity
to give illiterate celebrity a voice.
He doesn’t really have a choice,
for though his talent’s recognised
his name’s unknown to those who
read his words. They just want to
hear about the vulgar strumpet
from Big Brother
who mouthed off at some other sod
about something-or-other.
The general public seem to be
infatuated with the cult of fame.
For them all art is just a game
whose referee must always be
a face they’ve come to know
on some kind of TV show.
Is it just a corporate ploy, ensuring
that the sales are guaranteed,
or is the public naturally inclined
to endless gossip, something
they can share at bedtime,
over a milk posset, or a cup of tea.
No one wants to publish
what the ghost might call his own
as he’s never had a credit
on the box or radio.
No glitzy cover ever saw his name,
in bold and gold,
emblazoned on the front for all to see:
it’s such a shame, deprived of fame,
a ghost is all he’ll ever be.
who, despite his handle, isn’t dead
but just condemned in anonymity
to give illiterate celebrity a voice.
He doesn’t really have a choice,
for though his talent’s recognised
his name’s unknown to those who
read his words. They just want to
hear about the vulgar strumpet
from Big Brother
who mouthed off at some other sod
about something-or-other.
The general public seem to be
infatuated with the cult of fame.
For them all art is just a game
whose referee must always be
a face they’ve come to know
on some kind of TV show.
Is it just a corporate ploy, ensuring
that the sales are guaranteed,
or is the public naturally inclined
to endless gossip, something
they can share at bedtime,
over a milk posset, or a cup of tea.
No one wants to publish
what the ghost might call his own
as he’s never had a credit
on the box or radio.
No glitzy cover ever saw his name,
in bold and gold,
emblazoned on the front for all to see:
it’s such a shame, deprived of fame,
a ghost is all he’ll ever be.