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!
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