He took photos everywhere
But with a difference,
Chasing the wealhy and famous,
Unknown and knowingly,
From streetsides and from treetops,
Of dames talking bath nude,
With the ones of opposite sex
Partying and mating or kissing,
Making the victim ride or drive
Or even run away to get
A private life of their own
Paparazzi wrote truths
Semitruths, lies and wrong news
To become a legend of its own kind,
In the world to make few more bucks.
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