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”.