A Word to Andy Warhol

My shoes are old and used Andy
Draw me some more so that I can work
Work hard for my time
For my fifteen minutes of fame and glory
I wish it would come soon now
So that my pain would be over
Fame is not a thing that I will strive for
For I know it will make me hurt
And like the holes in your chest my friend
Remind me of my fate
A life of looking ahead to death
A life of peeking behind my back
To see if they are there
Those famous people who want to cause me
Nothing but self doubt and loss of esteem
Who come to take my fame away
At fourteen fifty-nine
And so I say I'm famous now
How I wish that it would end
So that I could go back to living
The simple life again

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