You were a Frankenstein
When I saw you on the screen
I was scared and curious
At the weirdness I had seen
What drew me to it
I don’t really understand
But the thing I knew is
That I wanted to start a band
Your face inspired my generation
Though now you’ll never know
You burned and crashed out
While others took the chance to grow
Ten years or so, later
And others inspired the same
They too destroyed themselves
Cos they couldn’t handle the fame
Exploited to make a buck
It happened again and again
Working hard to get where you were
But it will never be the same
Now little girls chase this dream
To get famous for a minute
As if life was a competition
And everyone has to win it
20th Sep 2024 – Submitted to Reena’s Xploration Challenge #348
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for the chicken that laid the egg that Amy is about to cook in the kitchen. I hope the chicken is having a good life and not stuck in a factory farm somewhere.
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Instagram influencers are just one example of those little girls.
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Social media and instant celebrity was definitely my target here, starting with examples I understood, Sid Vicious (my Frankenstein – dead at 21), Kurt Cobain (dead at 27) and the current generation of fame seekers that I don’t quite follow anymore.
The question is, what would we do with fame? Maybe we can handle it better with our age and wisdom but imagine it being thrust on you at 16, 21 or even 27. I could barely control my emotions even by the age of 40!
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You are right. But celebrity kids are being thrust in the limelight, below the age of 5, and they show attitudes to the paparazzi.
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Maybe as it becomes part of the new zeitgeist they will be fine. Maybe we are too old now to fathom this.
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You are right.
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Wow, this is so true! Nice job!
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Thank you 🙏
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