All That's Glitterati

Smoke me a cigarette, feed me my brain

Race through my mind like a rocketing train

Wring out my soul for just one small gain:

A minute of true beauty, not 15 of Fame.

 

You might like to know - are you seeking my view?

Those people up there on the podium of flashes

Are selling their souls and getting their due

With ‘come to bed’ eyes and fluttered eyelashes.

 

Fly me away on a breeze of elation

Climbing and soaring through mad inspiration

A drag from my feelings, one big inhalation:

Just one work of Art, not this low denigration.

                          

Oh, and another thing - not being rash

Can Man’s self-respect survive all this drought?

Will it sell-off its assets for hard ready cash?

Trade-in all its culture and just go without?

 

Feed me a cigarette, smoke out my brain

Slog through my mind in the pouring rain

Trample my soul for ill-gotten gain

Then section its beauty and call it ‘insane.’

 

Can I just say - may I be so bold?

Although I am just a poor minion

All that’s glitterati is not gold

But results of a wealthy opinion.

　

　

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Holy. S**t. I love this. Your rhyming is spectacular, not forced, not elementary, very unique. You have a strong voice here. "glitterati" -- what a curious word. A biting critique of fame, fortune, and indulgence. I adore intelligent criticisms of our society, and you certainly caught my attention with this. I honestly don't know what else to say, except that this is a fantastic piece.

[David W Moore III]

Quite a romp here. I love the word glitterati and a bit biting in it's commentary. Nice.

[Alicante lullaby]

this seems like a highly poetic song...i would want it with a lot of bang,bang back ground music and its so powerful ...The image there is RIVETING...Favouriteee.

[Fran Marie]

Fly me away on a breeze of elation

Climbing and soaring through mad inspiration

A drag from my feelings, one big inhalation:

Just one work of Art, not this low denigration


Your writing never ceases to amaze me the above lines being my favorite in
this piece ~ life on the top isn't all it's cracked up to be/ nor all that glitters gold~they sell their souls to be rich, famous and in the limelight and always they end up paying the price~ like the format used for comparison~ Well DonE!!

[Jessica]

Hot damn. This is amazing. Your words, your meaning, everything. GREAT write!

[mope]

Decadence with cadence.

"A minute of true beauty, not 15 of Fame." is something far more worthy to aspire to.

[alesuriko]

Really great poem, wonderful rhythm and rhyme. Great commentary in there as well, I loved the imagery. I particularly loved the lines "Feed me a cigarette, smoke out my brain / Slog through my mind in the pouring rain" it's so dark and detailed. Twisted and honest. I love it and the next part, calling the beautiful insane is a great addition.

[ashley]

This is a great poem! I love the first and fifth stanzas playing opposites, very clever. Something about the second stanza seemed off. The rythm wasn't quite right. See if you can maybe tweak it a little to make it flow better. Other than that, fantastic work! :D

[J.M. Barrett]

I loved the line
"Wring out my soul for just one small gain:
A minute of true beauty, not 15 of Fame."

You sure do have a way with your words. It seems as if they just flow for you.

I enjoyed the overall theme of the poem and felt that it was very well constructed. The format also added a nice touch.

[R.S. Wilder]

The structure of the poem was nice - and the flow was even better. I loved this one, to be sure.