Famous Stare Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Famous Stare



Why are they staring at me? What do they think?
That I’m an important person, dressed in denim not mink.

Do they think I am modestly avoiding great fame?
Slumming, walking incognito, not using my name?

Do I look familiar? Someone impressive they’ve seen,
Most likely I look like some big shot from the scene?

And now they’re laughing, directly at me,
Ah! what a relief! it’s the one behind that they see!

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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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