Infamy

by | Sep 16, 2019 | Poems

Real fame
The kind that lasts
Forever

Is based on real skills
Third-party validation
Of skills

Wide recognition
For possessing
A particular skill set

There are many trying
The competition is good
The imitations are many

Real fame
Without real skills
Isn’t real fame

It’s called infamy

Infamy is reserved
For phonies, fakes, posers
And punks

Infamy is for those
Who faked it
Until they made it

Under false pretenses
And cheated those
Who believed in them

By pretending
To be something
They weren’t

Real fame
Without real skills
Isn’t real fame

It’s called infamy


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