Yes,
For one moment I paced with movie stars.
Then, my hair gel failed me.
I degraded into a rumpled frizz
And had to cook some lunch.
I found I had no friends, just fans,
Who'd fashioned my persona
Around their fantasies.
They turned on me when I departed their scripts
And wanted to speak my mind.
And so during a convenient commercial break,
I slipped out the back and went to Walmart.
No,
I'm not concerned about hair gel, anymore,
But their greeters are just so kind.
Then, my hair gel failed me.
I degraded into a rumpled frizz
And had to cook some lunch.
I found I had no friends, just fans,
Who'd fashioned my persona
Around their fantasies.
They turned on me when I departed their scripts
And wanted to speak my mind.
And so during a convenient commercial break,
I slipped out the back and went to Walmart.
No,
I'm not concerned about hair gel, anymore,
But their greeters are just so kind.
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