Just before you tripped and fell.
Then play the burnt - out demon,
Fill papers with your woes,
Go hopelessly downhill,
Stoke up their anticlimax fears...
So you, the fallen idol,
From phoenixlike repose,
Can hit them with the glory
You've been saving up for years.
Let others keep their noses clean
And slog away their lives,
Just hoping to be recognised
Before they waste and die.
While you, my little actor
Get drunk and count your wives,
Contented in the stardom of
The tears you lamely cry.