The Famous One, And His Wish.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i know. You are one
of those who aim for
the top. You wear a
name tag. You study
well the way of the
jungle, some notes on
the labyrinths of fame
and fortune. You love
crabs. You are flexible,
a reptilian by orientation,
result oriented and wants
always to be first in
everything. i know.
you got no talent at all.
you use another name
at night. During the day
you drop names of
other people. Hot potatoes
you suddenly drop.
oh i know you, but i
keep my mouth shut.
star of all seasons.
sweet, then sour and
then bitter. so what
now? keep moving.
be sane. change now.
you are getting crazy,
alone, and yes,
dying.