Torn Star

i stepped up fast and i got that cash

i stepped down and they took my crown but left the sash

they bruised my thighs with their autograph pens

those sharp sharpie quills and they immortalized me with their wide-angle lens

it’s a little pow wow in the morning

and i’m bent like budddha, moaning

“tragic is the life of one who can’t commit

and tragic still is the commission of a crime which a jury can’t acquit”