SUPER STAR



For every super star
There is this super scar,
That scarf face
to surf-ace.

If his ways are wreaked,
And his links likely leaked.
…a giant could be an ant
to way his want…

We are all stars!
Yes we are!
Shield in our shelves,
By ourselves.
With the rat and the roach…
for fear of reproach
established in the nut
of our gut.

We are all stars!
Behind bar;
Right behind the crowds
that cause the clouds.
There we are - shy
with the sky.
we are the clue
to why the sky is blue.

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