
A writer of books, poetry and prose
He was very famous, heaven knows
The problem lies in interpretation
Or maybe lack of education
He wrote and wrote pages with glee
And though his works sold tremendously
His private thoughts were yet to be seen
Even now they remain ungleaned
The writer is quite at odds with himself
Keeping personal writings on the shelf
Until he felt the confidence of fame
Now hell breaks loose upon his name
His previous works were all a lie
Taken from another’s more masterful eye
And if it weren’t for a clever spy
With unwarranted fame, he would have died
His current efforts now discovered
Remain unread by previous lovers
Indeed his fame is now sullied
Former readers now feel bullied
Discovering the hero is just a faker
His published works now have no takers.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/16/rdp-thursday-fame/
Really interesting!
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