Song: Somebody Famous Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Do I still want to be, somebody famous,
Still want a name, as a somebody known?
So I still need to be, a little more focused,
A little less caustic, to the seeds I have sown.

Do I still want to be, somebody famous,
Do I still want to be, impossibly rich?
Do I still want to be, that null ignoramus?
Ceaselessly scratching his dull phantom itch.

Do I still want to lord, as somebody famous,
Still want to howl, I'm somebody known?
I will still need to be, a little less aimless,
Less of a dreamer, more of a clone.

Do I still want to lord, as somebody famous,
Do I still want to rule, as if born to the throne.
By the writ of my public or the act of mandamus;
It would be too cool, and I'd sure raise the tone.

Do I still want to be, somebody famous,
Do I still want to be, someone who's known?
We're nobody's slaves, so no-one can claim us,
From the hell of our lives into which we were thrown.

For we all want to be, somebody famous.
We all want to be, somebody known.
In the zeitgeist of moment, there are none that can blame us;
No-one to torment or throw the first stone.

Do I still want to be, somebody famous,
Still want a name, everybody recalls?
Should I, do time, for all my crimes - heinous,
Or simply for taking my eyes off the ball?

Do I still want to be, somebody famous,
Still want to be, a someone who shone?
But fate is ironic, and I may stay nameless,
Not really noticed, until I am gone.