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�This is my home.� Charlie �Bird' Parker, whilst injecting heroin. Dr Harry's gone sexy. Now it's celebs Told how to de-worm, not just some pleb In a vinyl-filled home with a disordered pooch: We now need a soap star to pick up the poop. Celebs are like plumbers, or traders, or vets: Everyday workers who, for some reason, get Their heads onto TV � attention that's fleeting, Like the loony who speaks at every staff meeting. Dirty's the job, but there's no need to do it � Madonna's a celeb, if only she knew it! Too often, however, despite that they oughtn't, Celebs think they're artists � far more important. The outrage! The hunger! Like lions hunt fawn, Celebs stalk respect from the moment they're born, Want Art's greater glory in pre-packaged form: Look profound, think nonsense; talk Shakespeare, act porn. Ban make-up; go mystic; save species protected; Turn Buddhist; eat sea-weed; write books; get elected; Win Oscars; refuse 'em: there's naught they won't be So they're not just celebs for celebrity. But an artist wants Art, not just the name � Like Charlie �Bird' Parker, fit in his vein, Speaking a truth that's the artist's alone: �This,� he said, showing: �this is my home.� Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |