Hopeless worship

Have you ever met a pop star,
Whose CD you, d like to buy?
Have you ever seen a great war,
That took place at concert: while
The musician was singing
With attractive pleasant smile,
Group of girls was loudly screaming,
Standing closely to the stage,
Banding hands and trying to catch
Only one look of that idol,
Just an ordinary guy,
Who was moving in the middle?
And the question is: why?
Why were those girls so exited
By the ordinary man
With no talents, satisfited
With success and simple plan,
With admiring of the crowd
And pop music sang aloud,
Thinking that it, s all he can?
Were those girls so deeply clever
And so wise to understand,
That he, certainly, will never
Take them seriously and
Think of them as real people
With its own heart and sole?
They could only dream of that all,
Cause replay is always: no.
They were only poor fans for him,
People with no their hopes,
People eager to empress him,
Tired with their own ropes.
There is no sense to give life,
So valuable and great thing,
Finished with the help of home knife
To the person you have seen
On TV or at the concert,
Cause it won't heart him a lot,
So think of yourself correctly,
Get rid of dreams, change the plot.