A monolith of various form.
From the abysmal mind was born.
To weave tales of history, mixed with lies.
Place’s 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 around personally.
Most attempt to be the star.
This usually doesn’t go very far.
When people think likes rule over powerful men.
Wait, there will be another trick again.
This time placed with self and friend.
Now rivals to the bitter end.
Over an article one wrote or typed.
Something someone definitely disliked.
Unfortunately on the Interactive Magazine.
There really is no sense of a physical scene.
No bad guy at the end of a stick.
Just some jerk who’s skin became thick.
Calloused from all history passed.
A person that truly had collapsed.
Still alive in the minds of other’s though.
That’s the way tabloid fame tends to go.
Electric Icarus Project 