Here You Stand

Here you stand

At the top of it all

Ransacker, poach monger

Hornswogglesworth

All long to see you fall

Cracks and leaks open up each time you reach

For all those stars which will only burn your hands

Terribly tragically in a tawdry sort of style

Invariably dastardly to make it all worth while

For nobody really loves you

Until they can stand above you

Pat your hair and muss your head

Call you big guy, mac, sport

And leave you lying for dead

So what do you do

When the pedestal falls on you