But then
their thoughts of you
Blow away like a gentle breeze
And you disapear
until the next time
they wish to see you
They'll flip on the TV
or pick up a magazine
and your sunny face
will greet them
Looking just as you did
the last time they tired of you...
To them
You are nothing but
a part of their prime-time line-up
Thirty minutes, then you're gone
to the toybox
of celebrities
that aren't currenly being played with...