The lowly star-fucked traipsed
Their lonely way ever westward.
Droplets of love,
Breadcrumbs leading back
To each moment of ruin.
‘Touch my insides,
Squirt your signature into my flesh,
Let me know what it feels like
To be famous.
I’ll give you anything.
I’ll give you everything.’
Disheveled and bedeviled
The chain gang marches on.
A taste of fame,
Simply not enough
To sustain a dream.
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