He feels put upon because he has sit on unpopular beaches wearing a fake Fidel Castro beard. It itches, but he is afraid of scratching, afraid of the paparazzi, afraid of having to run down a black and white street being pursed by his fans like the Beatles in the 60’s. He lifts the hair from his face for a moment to sip a green drink and says, “I always knew I’d be famous just like John Wayne. I’m sure he was also a master of disguises.”
That's a good poem!
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