Twisted Fame Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Lights, Camera, Action!
No one can see beyond acclaiming fractions.

And the man who sits behind those red curtains,
Is nothing more than a sinner.
A rapist.
A killer.
An actor?

While destroying the lives of many others,
He's creating a life of his own.
Top story for the 5 o' clock news,
Lyrics for the man who sings the blues,
Another thousand for a lawyers sweet lies,
Another million for the prosecution,
Money...
What a healing illusion.

He's caught behind bars,
Covered in bloodstains and scars,
But still he kills!
Kills the innocent smile of a young girl's face.
The heart of a woman who's lost her only embrace.
The soul of a man with a sick story to trace.

A twisted fame,
Is still a fame.

So the killer keeps killing,
And the sinner keeps sinning,
and the world falls apart.
All so we can live for the twisted fame that shames the world we live in now.