Reporting from Kodak Theatre

Stars don’t shine
Like how you’ve been told
They’re mere bulbs
Star-shaped, lit up
What a waste!

Poor sun out-does them every morning
They appear the moment
He retires for the day

At the local bar every night
We shoot them down, random
Fools make a wish
They say it’s lucky omen
Disgrace

That’s not all!
They flaunt on the red carpet
In Armani, Gucci
Brands need Brands
To make fumbling speeches
Sob sob

Hold on –

Walks in the dude
Daniel Day-Lewis
Hear the applause
Watch him talk
And Meryl smiles…
Oh yes
Oh no
Oh yes

I’m such a waste!