Woe unto those who seek endless praise, for you are a rapacious many.
In your perpetually provocative and elongated quest for more attention, more applause, more devotion, more, more more!
I dangle, forever stuck in your gluey labyrinth of plot.
Me, a nameless fly, spinning in torment, thrashing endlessly to escape your clutches of gluttonous ego. Becoming ever more entangled with each desperate attempt to free myself.
Deeper and deeper I fall into your syrupy tangled web.
You, haunched in joy, fat and proud, though never satisfied. Your dark empty cavernous pit will remain forever lonely and may it never fill.