Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

TOO TOUCHÉ TO BE CLICHE
I’m wiling to lose face
Building a name for myself,
Pursuing my wildest dreams,
Refusing to abandon them,
While pursuing my passion.
Barely resulting in my 15 Minutes
Of [low-rent] Fame; only to burn out
Before fading from the public view
As time goes on, passing through
The Earth rotating ‘round the Sun
For too many Moons, but once done.
I’ll put the “Opt” out of “Optional”
When I submit to fate and drift into
Obscurity while public displayed
As a Scapegoat who paid a blood sacrifice
To tell a Cautionary Tale about life in hell
Which failed to achieve box office success;
A lackluster ball buster, but no Blockbuster.
I’ll serve as the Damned Yankee, the vamp
Who sets you on fire while hating but
Embracing the entire Journey with
“Open Arms,” even though it causes harm.
What else can an unclued ingenue do?
You can’t fault a girl for engaging in a quest
For questions unanswered until the violence
Of their silence finally cancers her.

So please heed my warning each morning:
All monkeys remain in mourning, and not
A single one is a barrel of laughs 🙈😢