Karaoke Star (A Poem)
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I never made it as a professional musician
My voice never got me all that far.
Fortunately for me, there are plenty of
places.
That let me be a karaoke star.
Some nights it’s Poison.
Other nights, maybe a little Elvis.
Occasionally I get cheers, or at least
moderate applause.
Most of the time though, the crowd is
oblivious.
I can’t dance and don’t try to.
Heck, most of the time, I’m just happy the
mic is working right.
I’m just happy to be on stage
During karaoke night.
You won’t find my name on a T-shirt.
If you’re waiting for that album to come out,
it’ll be a while.
But when I am singing
I can assure you it is songs that haven’t
gone out of style.
Don’t worry, I gave up on becoming famous a
long time ago.
I won’t be selling out stadiums and can’t
even say I’m the reason the people are at the bar.
All I can claim to be is
A karaoke star.
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