Tag Archives: Fame
Well Suck My Thumb
Short Term Careers
Degrees of Separation
IF YOU CAN HAVE YOUR OWN TALK SHOW
IF YOU CAN HAVE YOUR OWN TALK SHOW
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs for the blaming that you do,
If you can trust yourself when wise men doubt you,
But make offensive all their doubting too;
If you can wail and not be tired by wailing,
Or being lied about still deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t blame it on your hating,
And yet still look too good, and talk too wise
If you can talk down to crowds and call it virtue,
‘Or walk on Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor losing friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but not as such;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of drivel spun,
Yours is the air and everything that’s on it
And – which is more – you’ll be a rich man, my son
BORN TO BE A STAR
BORN TO BE A STAR
Elizabeth Taylor
had eyelashes
that grew in double rows
(a genetic mutation called distichiasis
you could look it up)
Rather rare , and generally harmless
except when serving as they did
to frame wet violet eyes
And everywhere men falling
northward like the Nile
DEGREES OF SEPARATION
DEGREES OF SEPARATION
C.A. tells me the other day
about his genuine cowboy father
who worked Wild Bill’s “Wild West” show
And if I shake C.A.’s hand and I often do
I’m only one away from Buffalo Bill
and Sitting Bull makes two
And then there’s Black Elk and Crazy Horse
and a whole passel of Little Big Horn Sioux
And shaking the hand of the Queen Mom
and loving her lots and holding on some
I was only one away from Churchill
and every crowned head for a hundred years
and Lady Di too, don’t that bring some tears
And I also hug Greta now and then
who worked for Hammarsjold at the U.N.
Yesterday I had a rum with Eric
who lived with the Yanamami
and natives of a Southern sea
All those amazing thousands
and I still haven’t counted past three
anyone here want to shake hands with me