Success without appreciation
Prosperity without gratification
Wealth without satisfaction
As the hurt crumble in pair
As I retire in the deafening caves of my mansion
Fame a sulphurous flame
Corrosive and bitterly eating
My soul into total rejection
That am never happy about my life
For am the iconic shadows of personality
Happiness is below zero degrees
Freezing the miasma of public gratification
At the same time exfoliating my health riches
My partner is Mr alcohol
Am feeble for dating his allures
That have worsened my relation
With persona and fan base
For a living skeleton in my truest
With no share of success in self
But an advert for the gigantic population
They think am satisfied
The hope am the happiest
They imagine am the dopest
They wish to follow soot
But remember celebrity is curse
A liability to self actualization
And a debt to life assurance
Lonely, useless, with more material than moral
Moron sycophancy at climax
Useless praises in the desert of livelihood
And as I retire I regret being so publicly famous
But so lonely and orphaned internally
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