Big Deal
So you are a big deal,
Limo driver and Maitre'd,
All falling on their knees,
Anything to make you agree,
When will you break free?
King of New York City,
Go on and write me a ditty,
Show me your colours,
While you stand on our brothers,
Do you need to be a Big Deal,
In order to feel real?
Do you hate yourself so much?
Are your fans just a crutch,
So you can hobble through life?
One day when you awake,
Will it be too late?
You can still be great,
Why would you want to wait?
My dream for you is one of love,
Love of real life, real people,
Love all you see and feel,
Love yourself first, then you can lead,
Then all will agree, that's all we need!
22 May 2012
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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