fame

and so fame being a great friend and aid
of celebrities and all these greats,
came and said to me,
"won't you like to have me?"

i looked at fame from head to toe,
from flesh to soul -
from whole to hole; 
trying as much as i could 
never to think about it or her.

for i'd seen fame, raising and destroying individuals,
raising and destroying kings ,
raising and destroying greats,
raising and destroying legends,
raising and destroying companies,
raising and destroying groups,
raising and destroying families,
raising and destroying institutions,
raising and destroying associations,
raising and destroying organisations,
raising and destroying nations -
raising and destroying fates and fortunes.

but fame never set her back against me -
or dare, frown her face a bit at me!
for she feared if ever, she does so, she w'ld never get to know,
what makes me seem disinterested in her beauty - million;
reputed highly everywhere!

"won't you?" she kept demanding -
to the sanity of my fleeing interest.
"certainly no!" i answered.
"why?" she quizzed
"because" i answered. "because there's no good in having you!
for the good in you lies in exposing
and bashing mercilessly the heads of
those you w'ld 've raised too!

there is no good in having you!
for those with you, try as hard as they can 
to undo you -
as you sneak into their privates,
and tell everyone unashamedly about their skeletons in the cupboard!

there's no good in having you.
for you're a revered man of god in the church hall -
cum a shameless rapist and womaniser in the holly of holies!

i see no good in having you!
for you're no fair and fine."