Yesterday, they were feting J K Rowling;
tomorrow, as they do today, some vendor
of fantasy achieving literary acclaim,
and for this, who attains world fame and fortune.
Then, it was 'Jaws 2' of the pulsating theme,
which fantasised Great White worked to lure
them in, in droves, a part of England
as tigers on the Isle of Wight; and these
fat cats just mope around, flaunting their charm,
whose fees flow down their flaming stripes
remotely, the paying public to disarm.
I think I know what must be done to succeed
in life: to break into the realm of things
contrived; make truth from lies to come to grips.