GROUPIE

So you've finally snared a Rock Star!

Your friends are envious and hope

he possibly has an associate or two

that you could introduce them to.

Suddenly you're a front page babe

in the tabloids and glossy mags.

They clamour to interview you to ask

for every detail about your past.

All the attention goes to your head

and you play it right to the hilt.

A role model it seems you've become.

Of all the groupies, you're number one.

You flirt with the camera as if it's a lover,

you smile, pout and entice.

'Look who I'm with!' you appear to be saying

as you pass the lens, luscious hips swaying.

Then at the pinnacle of reflected fame,

you're gutted to find yourself ditched.

They say a seductress more exotic

has turned his head with promises erotic!

'Why?' you cry, as your world tumbles down

and humiliation sets in.

But to everyone else it's obvious why.

Your connection with him was based on a lie.

In the beginning he needed a trophy,

and it seemed you would fit the bill.

Your looks, your hair and body were great,

just what he needed as media bait.

But then your 'off' days began to challenge

his vision of female perfection.

When things like PMT kicked in,

all you wanted was a quiet night in.

You couldn't be bothered with makeup then,

nor dressing to stoke his ego.

'Surely I am entitled,' you said,

'To sometimes just be in the years ahead!'

This act of rebellion scared him to death.

For his public image he feared.

What if someone should drop by?

Of humiliation he would surely die.

No one must ever see his Goddess

in her unadorned (flawed) human state.

His enemies for certain would seize the day

and his credibility be swept away.

Then in public he could never again show his face.

He'd be forced to relocate

to some obscure island where in exile he'd dwell

and live life unknown - his personal hell!

Surely you never believed such a man

would love you for who you are?

It isn't that he's intrinsically bad,

just more, I'd say, than a little sad.

To stardom he's a phobic slave,

without it what would he be?

Just another ordinary guy in the street

who no one particularly wants to meet.

It's groupies like you who raised him up

to the dizzy heights of fame.

So it's you, not he, who possess real power.

You could end his career within the hour!