Another icon or idol gone, Dolly's dead,
Was Parton's soul happy or filled with dread?
A scripted reality which is ran on numbers,
Sacrificial lambs chopped up like cucumbers.
Horns are thrown up, watch close the fingers,
Back catalogue at the record company lingers.
Life insurance policies taken out and 365 deals,
The rodeo is over, gone in a whimper, no squeals.
Legends live on but the price for eternal fame?
Was it really worth it, to play the Devil's game?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: August 27th, 2026 01:18
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