FAMOUS, by Les Bush.

The words of Danny Kemp.

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FAMOUS

I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous, the cream of the crop;

I’m gonna crawl, walk, run, sprint, scratch my way to the top.

Immerse myself in imagination, drown in illusion;

dance deliriously and deftly, let myself drift in delusion.


I wanna be loved and adored; be incredibly wise.

Count numbers, write verse; see how far an aeroplane flies.

The wealth of the net is at my finger tips, it is essential;

quote Camus and Sartre, sound profoundly existential.


I wanna strut the stage, to thunderous applause;

bow, begin, ne’er to stop (will this moment last forever?).

Stay away from mirrors, they’re a curse;

tell the truth, and even worse.


I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous; the cream of the crop;

not the milk (nutritious as it might be), the stuff that floats to the top.

Dressed in stolen robes, illusion and delusion are my friends,

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