Fame Poem by sam, corrupt S, finley
Fame
I don't know what my name is. how can I be famous?
i'm brainless and I lose something the minute I gain it.
If the picture is lost, how can I repaint it
when I don't have a thought that's even half-way creative?
i'm going places, that's what people say
I think they're wasted, am I the only one who thinks this way?
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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