Andy Warhol famously stated that one day everybody will be famous for fifteen minutes. Taking into account television 'talent' shows, 'fly on the wall' documentaries and all the other garbage that is being beamed into our living rooms as 'entertainment', never has a truer word been spoken!
No one person
can take another’s pride;
It must be given away
or sold cheaply
rather than stolen,
proffered for dubious profit,
rather than chosen
bartered… perhaps
for a younger partner on the arm,
or a bigger car in the drive,
and after the body decays,
at least, a shallow man’s
name may survive
To have a case of books
and not be well-read,
Sup from silver spoon
and not be well fed
have privilege and exemption
and not be well bred.
Should we pontificate
on the meaning of life
having never lived
invite oneself to life’s party,
and, bearing no gift,
ingratiate oneself
to the masters’ wife
morals pure and
love pristine fade
for just one minute
of the Warhol fifteen made
Behind the "need" to be famous lerks the fear of nothingness: being nothing, being unnoticed, even eventually of not being. We are each unique whether fanmous or not. Good poem & theme.