Star Poem by R B Seals

Electric showpiece in sequin cage,
Styled for show and all the rage.
Promoters little care how you feel
Or the life you lead that isn't real.

Secrets revealed on tabloid page,
Rumors now "fact" on media's stage;
Matters of heart become elusive goal,
Your life is ours as too your soul.

Greed insures we'll do our best
To exploit your gifts; thus our quest
To control your spirit, your talent
'Till outdated, unwanted, or spent.

Monies gained build sponsors' wealth;
Payments paid regardless your health.
We'll use you 'till you fall from grace,
Then find another to take your place.

Rev.1