Your life is sad and glamorous--
4 am fame, nestled in the valley of in-between.
Where will you be when they have forgotten?
Smiling and dancing
�Yes, sir!�
�Yes, ma�am!�
Who commands you to stay?
Can you see past tomorrow�
To ten years, through your youth�
Until your eyes wrinkle and you cash in your sublunar stories and stds
For a child chosen by chance
And a woman who cannot compare to the dozen you have discarded.