Celebrity, shine bright.

People compare you to stars in the night.

There’s a box in our houses

full of faces and heads.

We sit and watch it

to find out what you said.

Please, just tell us

who it is that you’re wearing?

And by all means,

we must know,

whose cocktail you’re sharing.

Soothe our own worries,

ignore the world’s strife.

We’ve got to find out

about your latest wife.

We buy your movies,

your shows, and your books

We pine after your houses,

your cars, and your looks.

You’re soaked with attention,

and dripping in money.

We swarm around you

tasting scandal and lust

as our honey.


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