The gang’s all here.
Superstardom is its own vibe true to the nuances of vanity,
Never one to arrive on time and yet never late.
Here’s to the bad personas and
The reasons needed for bad decisions.
The light shines when it’s most inappropriate,
An exhibition to expose lies.
If only the ghosts stayed behind the veil
But everybody wishes to be seen including them.
All in tune for the names we admire and say
Or to be spoken of as the ruin of dreams.
Hidden in the guise of purity but we know better,
Rich with the flair of self-importance and narcissism,
Raw and rambunctious