By John Claude Smith


existence as a vapid entity
follower amongst the legions of insipid pawns
to the god of artifice and plastic smiles
clones to the current fad
reflections of the latest pop icon
an excuse for your very being

pardon my revulsion as I puke

you who do not tread new frontiers
but only wish to follow in the footsteps
of so-called ‘celebrities’
destined to be, but never to achieve
a life that is yours
or dreams that matter…