You see them in droves
Arise from dark coves
To feast on the preacher
A seductive martyr and teacher
Not so willfully consistent
Yet the masses are persistent
To send the idol to flames
Societal claim to fame
It’s over now a new one is in
A short time before they’re done in.
Again, again, not so much, and then some more
The glory is done with settling the score.
“At least I made it” That’s how it’s justified
While desperate to relive a time stuck in my mind
The pictures framed up, the legend over rung
Do anything to get back the time I felt one
The only time I really “won”.