Falling shards of shattered stars <br />Cutting through fingers, as they grasp <br />For a shinning moment, to be like you <br />On a downward spiral from fame you fall <br /> <br />Having lived the dreams, we can't attain <br />As we try to catch 15 minutes of fame <br />If for a moment, we could be like you <br />Just for 15 minutes, we would feel your pain <br /> <br />Under the lights of the paparazzi <br /> <br />Sweet abounding guilt <br />Buried, fragmented, heartless <br />Pieces of loves memories <br />Laid broken <br />With unconscious sex <br /> <br />Depicted in magazines <br />With captions presumed <br />For the 15 minute masses <br />In bulk we consume <br />In conscious we vex <br /> <br />Through the intrusive eye of the paparazzi <br /> <br />Is it worth the agony? <br />To live unfree for all too see <br />Chronicled in tabloid <br />You can't avoid <br />The inqusition of the 15 minute masses<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-pennies-on-the-dollar/
