look who it is

when you first
became famous, it was
fun.
everyone pointing at you
and waving,
saying hello, hey
look who it is, it's
him. but by the third
or fourth day,
you had to put on a disguise,
sun glasses, a wig
a hat, a long coat.
you hunched over as
you climbed into
the back of limos,
being protected by
your handlers and
friends, who weren't
really friends at all
but parasites sucking
the blood and money
out of you.
what were you thinking
becoming famous like
you did. how crazy was
that. now you just
want to slip back into
the shadows of life
were most of the world
shuffles about, unknown,
not loved by the masses
and worshiped like
gods. well, maybe in
a few more weeks.