X-Factor

(By Gub, November, 2011)

Whatever I got..
It ain't it!

The lure of the
Masses
The fake eye-lashes
The pauses and groans
Barbed undertones,
Judges bewitched
Contestants
"bitched"

I love your song
But you got it all wrong
Your hair, your face,
Your nose in the wrong place
I mean I know it's demeaning
This lack of feeling
No dignity grasped, or
Lost in the past
A meat Market of
Mediocrity - no public
Sobriety.

Affected, Half
Evil, freak-dome
Cathedral....

It's just a laff
To watch people's
Belief in themselves
Live or die

Gladiators
Craze - washed in
Blue light - sequinned haze

Was it ever thus
That mortal's die
Climbing Olympus ...

For sure Icarus flies
Too near the sun
And collapses burnt
Underground in Hades
Cave -- where purgatorial
Fires laser deep into his body
Toasted vanity --

I could have been a contender,
Pretender -- more like. For what
Purpose -- to entertain those whose vanity is fear, who shelter from the light that the less thoughtful and foolish burn in their place -- the cathartic fumes of another's sacrifice...

Really -- just a bit of harmless
Fun?

I'd rather watch porn - where fame's a notable negation of shame and exploitation not better no, but more honest for it's visibility....