I Was Ill-Prepared for the Effects of Not Being Famous

My younger self, culled from cartoon,
bulged his lip and bugged his eye like John Lennon.

There were cameras everywhere.
I was playing to them before they appeared.

There were cameras on John Lennon.
I was a star being shot into a cannon.

My dad was God throwing stars across the sky. 
I was a fiery twinkle searing his eye.

In a picture on top of our fridge, which I thought was him,
John Lennon gave the peace sign from the Statue of Liberty.

I have awoke but lie still in bed, listening
to my Dad sing "Hey Bulldog" in the living room.

Why am I telling you this? I am not
even interesting to myself.

Write what you know.
I am what I know. 

                                             I am not
even interesting to myself.

I am the star of all my poems.
There is no one between me and my camera.

Do not get in the way.