The Wheel of Fame

[couchgrouch]

The Wheel of FameThat boy was raised downhome and bashfulbut his young soul was a bottle of songsafter years of moonlighting in Nashvilleat long last he was a star who wouldn't last longfriends he never knew were there,never knew they'd get their shareand big numbers were made off his namelife seemed good but he'd soon learn,he'd just taken his first turnon the wheel...the wheel of fameas time passed his candle burned colderhis spotlight cast no shadow on the stagehe started drinking more as he got oldermen who don't age like wine like wine as they agethere were nights he'd sing duets,with echoes and silhouettesin cold rooms of mem'ries and cocaineit's sad hearts that turn to sin,to somehow slow the spinon the wheel...the wheel of fameev'ry star in the sky is stainlessbut stars on earth are bound to rustnobodys are better off just staying namelesslong before he died he was already dustthen sure enough...his records sold,like rhymes were worth their weight in goldthat's how the house rigs ev'ry gameyeah, death is the final bet, that artists lose to rouletteon the wheel...the wheel of fame(c)2004 Robert George