Life is full of crumbs.
Sifting though the blankets I find remnants of me.
Channels whiz by and I see moments of reality.
I don't want to have my 15 minutes of fame.
I want my name emblazened on a book,
with pages full of me.
I want my name to be famous.
I want a lifetime of infamy.
2 comments:
Yikes! Why would you want such a thing?
I mean that I want to be remembered, and appreciated.
Not "famous". I never want fame, only the respect of it.
Funny guy.
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