Stars in Their Eyes

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I don’t know about this:
A starstruck word comes along 
with demands for a poem
to honour its dimensions.
Great in its eyes, (they all claim).
Nothing more than attention 
seekers of the limelight.

So be it, says I, in reply
you’ll not leave me alone
til I, write your soliloquy
and I’ll find no rest
until I’ve done my best
to tell the whole world 
what you think you’re about.

What makes you come to me?
I ask. Pick on someone else!
I say. But by then, it’s too late
I have written its lines,
The whole affair goes live,
(To its audience of none)
As the curtain drops dead to rights.