It's on the way. I'll get there. I'm preparing
to seize my heady techni-coloured glory
and soak in honeyed adulation, wearing
the suit of lights I'm saving for. My story
will flash across the internet, the press
and paparazzi camp will block the street;
they'll bribe the neighbours, gossip, comb the mess
of all my pre-prime life for indiscreet
and racy titbits. These I'm working on:
my background will need drugs and drink and sex
or what's the point? You're no-one when you're gone
unless you've shocked the world with every ex-.
So when I get there, think of all the fun
I can recall when I'm a ton-plus-one.
D A Prince