...So when people write, and their muse takes flight,
Do you Immediately compare, their 'this' with 'over there'
Or is the beauty here inlayed, With 'Made it' in the shade
As their stardust sprinkled wares, rescind our worried cares?

Hollywood entwines, but we read between the vines
As celebrities will cope, by selling 'better soap'
To those of us unbathed, not yet born and yet quite scathed;
Yet we live in spite of hope, and but for the stars; anthromope...

Th lust for stardom... divided by the lack of freedom, Is ten times the daily wage of the average single mom divided by the number of aspirants to 'fame' on a percentage basis. Times after Times.