A monolith of various form.
From the abysmal mind was born.
To weave tales of history, mixed with lies.
Places where lost treasure may actually hide.
To spoil attention at its finest endeavor.
Rather odd to have this powerful tether.
We don’t bow down to worship thee.
Rather we carry you personally.
Most attempt to be the star.
This usually doesn’t go very far.
When people think likes rule over powerful men.
This time placed with self and friend.
Now rivals to the bitter end.
Wait, there will be a trick again.
Over an article one wrote or typed.
Something someone definitely disliked.
But on the Interactive Magazine, there really is no physical scene.
No bad guy at the end of a stick.
Just some jerk who’s skin became thick.
Calloused from history passed.
A past that truly had collapsed.
Still alive in the minds of other though.
That’s the way tabloid fame tends to go.
Electric Icarus Project 