Superstar

It does not matter that I sold out because I’m a superstar.

I don’t care that I completely compromised any artistic integrity I may have had because I’m a superstar.

I may be a flatso with a gunt who pretends to love my body but it’s fine because I’m a superstar.

I am totally unoriginal in my ideas and creative ventures but I’m a superstar.

I played the industry game and now I’m a superstar.

I jumped on the social justice bandwagon so now I’m a superstar.

I can be self-deprecating but if anybody else comments negatively towards me they are being trolls because I’m a superstar.

I have dead, soulless eyes that scream vapid but I’m a superstar.

I’m a despicable person who has completely lost sight of reality and have gone into full blown narcissism mode but I can totally be like that and it is fine because I’m a superstar.

 

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