giving her
severance pay
and a handshake,
my butler too, my cook
and landscaper.
all loyal
to me for years
are shown the way out.
my masseuse
and pool boy.
my driver who opens
the door so that i can get
into the car, him too.
i need to get back to
the real world.
put my feet in the grass,
touch mother earth again.
find out who really is
my friend.
i tell my entourage
that it's over, they need
to move on
and get their own lives.
the groupies have to put
on their clothes and move
out of the rec room.
the gravy train is over.
i tell the paparazzi to give
me a break.
i'm moving to Timbuktu.
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