Just The Same. Fame Is Lame.. Poem by Lori Bergman

The ego maniacal are ruining our world. Elites sufficing off the backs of the meek. One takes a giant leap. Inadvertent, creating fodder within the sheep. Entertainments to keep them idle. It starts with a gleam. Pacification. It's foundation lies with an artist's dream. Within a Hollywood less than clean. What they say and do after the ascent. Speaks volumes better than any hint. Many have talents. Fully Baked. Some of us just keep ours from being raked. In every sense of the word stardom maybe engineered, but it can't be faked. In the end we're all just trying to fill our plate. No one promised a fair slate. When it comes to fame some of us never pick our date. But it is never too late. Until then congratulations on reaching your fate.