How can victory seem so sweet?
I've never had a bite to eat
although I help to cook the fare
my platter stays unduly bare
I only ask my proper share
but never taste the treat
perhaps my aims are much too high
my belly smaller than my eye
the crumbs I scrounge have worked so far
and who defines what victories are?
there's one drawback to being a star:
it's lonely in the sky.
Are You Reading Me?
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