The surfeit of flattery -
I know it well,
from both sides,
better than you can tell
from your vantage of
growing up insecure
then becoming the lust-object
that everyone one adores.
And I know what you are thinking,
and what you are feeling.
I have been there:
I, too, have felt omni-potent,
unaccountable, and unassailable,
by the flattery of the venal.
Soon enough you will become
more and more obsolete.
Then comes a crossroad:
either choose to rot away -
settling for lower and lower caliber worshipers,
or you choose to move to the next phase:
recognizing that your flattery and celebrity
could never have endured.
High on life and flattery,
not likely to listen or believe me,
nevertheless, I guarantee:
your time for being the worship-ee will end.
