Tabloid

[Young Alien Type]

Catch me in a winning pose
And sell me on the streets
"Man left behind:
Exclusive scandal inside!"
Peddle my life and your distortions
To every quaking hand,
Fists outstretched to hand you change,
And the publicity's all mine.
Plastered on the front page
Of every coffee shop and social gathering.
We were Page 5,
And the cameras flashed.
All the news that's fit
To work your way
Is still news to me.
Peddle your scoop.
There's always a new story
Every week.

 

[up all night]

This was amazing. But don't flatter yourself hun, there's no way you'd make it page five, thirty-five maybe....
You have an inspiring mind and you better keep your promise!!