Here in this universe of five small rooms
No one better known than I.
The very houseplants thirst for my attention
Feeling (rightly) that without it they would die
Though no tabloids track my every move
if I venture from the bedroom to the hall
Or breathlessly await me (as I wash the dishes)
It is only five small rooms, after all
Still it remains that no cowardly usurper
Might conspire to upend my reign
If one doesn’t count the silverfish
No adoring crowds will gather in acclaim
In this shut in universe of one
Where none outshines my fame

Plague series #48

4 thoughts on “Fame

  1. I hear you, Alexander! I’ve never valued clocks and calendars more than I do now. Without their manifesting the date and time, it would be one long Twilight Zone episode.

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