I would have thought this was much more promising, but perhaps I've got the wrong end of the stick. Anyway, this was fun to do.
Our Revels Now Are Ended
The party’s over. Gone are the celebs.
Elvis has left the building to the plebs.
Without the glitz, the flashing lights and such,
You have to say it isn’t up to much.
There’s nothing doing here or anywhere.
What you thought flesh and blood is empty air.
It’s like a movie: streets you thought were real
Are back-lot junk; the superstar’s appeal
Is clever shots and trick photography;
Off set the man’s too short, the girl’s too fat,
And, let me tell you punters, life’s like that.
People and things are never what they seem.
You pop your clogs and, hey, it’s all a dream.
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