Fame Winston

Fame is
the virtue of
Notoriety

Soon you will
find
focus lights
hurt

People stink
like rotten
apples

Names disperse
like vapor

Stay put
in the Luxuries
of your
Privacy

One name is
Enough
and there will
be no confusion

A home is where
Only you live
in Peace

Buy your own
Camera just in case
you need a face.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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