Fame And Fortune Poem by Meg H...

Fame And Fortune



Desolate
Yet delicate all in the same
All alone-broken
For the cheap thrill of fame
Imbibitions of the ordinary
Immedicable by imperfections
Mendacities of simple souls
Honesty by the acute selections
And every one
That you condemn
All fall faithful
In the end.

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