No one with sense by Sean Openshaw

No one with sense

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
There is certainly no shortage of new wannabe’s out there,
Who are willing to do a producer, or two,
If it gets them on the air,
In the space of celebrity, the race for celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be,

Think what it costs, all this celebrity,
The striving isn’t worth the gain,
The road is tearful, fearful, easy to lose your ground
Even when fame is found
And parasitic friends abound,
But keep your smile, you’re a celebrity
And surely all the world’s in awe,
You say meticulous, we say ridiculous,
Your putting it out, strutting about
As if you’ve just been crowned,

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
There is only painted beauty and a camera lies as well,
When a shape that might please,
A wiggle and tease, are all you have to sell,
It’s a rough road,
Where every blemish, every wart
And every vice of every sort,
Are on somebody’s camera caught,
Displayed for all to see,
In the light of celebrity, the fight for celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be,

No-one with sense would want to be a celebrity,
Something that those without don’t see,
Though they say they hate the spotlight,
Recognition floats their boat,
A thunderous applause,
Fans scream themselves hoarse,
Whilst groupies on them dote,
Like addiction,
A case of being very ill,
You know it’s bad but want it still,
A state of me, me, me,
In the scam of celebrity, sham of celebrity,
No-one with sense would want to be.

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