Popularity is a snagful curse
which soon beguiles its victims to its spit.
It’s like bad breath (I don’t know which is worse!),
and soon one will become a hypocrite.

So “woe to you when all speak well of you”,
just like with all false prophets, now or then.
The world will love a charlatan, that’s true;
and make into a hero rank conmen.

I fawn over no one (for that’s a curse),
and also eschew those who fawn on me.
If there’s one thing to which I am averse…
well, that is global popularity.

Thus, I have no desire to be admired
by a world so corrupt and uninspired.

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© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2026
[The copyright on my works is merely to protect them from any wanton plagiarism which could result in undesirable changes (as has actually happened!). Readers are free to reproduce my work, so long as it is in the same format and with the exact same content and its origin is acknowledged]

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