I stand on the corner picking my nose,
No paperazz’ snaps me, nobody knows.
I sit in the main square, no mob rips my clothes
Off my back, no autograph-hunters group round like a pack.
I’m not a Celeb, so don’t get me out,
No need to evict me from the Big Brother House.
I’m not on YouTube, Facebook or MySpace,
You’ve not heard my voice or gazed on my face.
I don’t grace the cover of Vogue or GQ,
Endorse tacky products, hang out with U2.
A tidy arrangement, it suits me just fine,
I don’t crave the limelight, I’ve no wish to shine.
Forefinger in nostril I winkle out snot,
The crowds pass me by, they don’t care one jot.
Thank God I’m not famous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem