You don't know me.
Our paths collide in the July sizzle,
In complete silence.
The only thing of note
Is a smile,
My trademark Mona Lisa smile.
I've seen my name in print and lights,
Lost precious ones along the way,
Battled through childhood traumas
Of bullies and bad health,
To emerge eternally victorious,
With quiet grace and dignity.
Overcame addictions to alcohol and wild livin',
Not apparent in the way I amble by.
Met some real celebrities, not the ones in Heat,
Got up on stage regularly to state my case,
Fought for the vulnerable who struggle.
I'm not the man you think I am, but I'm definitely the man I think I am.
I've supported friends through their dying days,
So they could depart with satisfaction.
This near middle-aged creative activist's got a soul
That will remain long after you've disintegrated.
So keep telling yourself you're superior,
However, behind this Mona Lisa smile is a real star.
(c) NZ 2010.
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