Celebrity Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

What it's for?
Celebrity.
I see them with their money.
Money for Nothing.
I think that's how the song went.
Dire Straits.
Isn't that the truth?
A list, B list.. Z list..
Open the paper.
Another one, Brahms and Liszt.
Rhyming for pissed.
Celebrity, out in the nihgt.
Paparazzi's delight.
Watch them on the box.
See them all over the press.
The money I would have, to pay my bills.
Afford my pleasures.
I worship nothing else but myself and my wife.

Simplicity itself.
My life is better than that of a 'Celebrity'.
I shut off the TV.
Stopped buying the paper.
Celebrioty, that's all I see.
Nothing is real.
As false as can be.
Don't need celebrity or the infamy.