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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>If we think you are famous, maybe we will write a poem about you.  If you get on Dancing With the Stars, we won’t.</description><title>Famous People Poems</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @famouspeoplepoems)</generator><link>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>8 HAIKUS FOR DANE COOK*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The lights are blinding&lt;br/&gt;
Sweaty heat and gasps of shock&lt;br/&gt;
But not the good kind&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Stiff spiky helmet&lt;br/&gt;
Will not protect you from wind&lt;br/&gt;
Blown in by disdain&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Once vibrant, now tired&lt;br/&gt;
An aging Pagliacci&lt;br/&gt;
Sex is not laughter&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Shuddering contempt&lt;br/&gt;
Hipsters refusing to laugh&lt;br/&gt;
Sufi now falls limp&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
O fame! It is cruel&lt;br/&gt;
When you earn it through deceit&lt;br/&gt;
One&amp;#8217;s pride pays the price&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Stadiums go dark&lt;br/&gt;
College students graduate&lt;br/&gt;
C.K. grows stronger&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
You are receding&lt;br/&gt;
The blister of rejection&lt;br/&gt;
Such disfigurement&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
There are still groupies&lt;br/&gt;
Who&amp;#8217;ll fuck you on the way down&lt;br/&gt;
I say good riddance&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
*sorry for two bros in a row&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16178604841</link><guid>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16178604841</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 13:20:54 -0500</pubDate><category>dane</category><category>cook</category><category>comedian</category><category>bomb</category><category>hack</category><category>sucks</category><category>asshole</category><category>fuck</category><category>you</category><category>schadenfreude</category></item><item><title>TUCKER MAX</title><description>&lt;p&gt;(inspired by this article: &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/michaelellsberg/2012/01/18/tucker-max-gives-up-the-game/"&gt;http://www.forbes.com/sites/michaelellsberg/2012/01/18/tucker-max-gives-up-the-game/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Tucker Max&lt;br/&gt;
I imagine you in a pile of corpses&lt;br/&gt;
Full of half-grown-out weaves&lt;br/&gt;
Blonde&lt;br/&gt;
Too shiny&lt;br/&gt;
Barbie hair&lt;br/&gt;
And you look sad&lt;br/&gt;
As you eat one more french fry&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Dude ISO Wife&lt;br/&gt;
Must be hot&lt;br/&gt;
Not too hot&lt;br/&gt;
C cup&lt;br/&gt;
I mean I only care about your feelings&lt;br/&gt;
I want you to care about mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
Let&amp;#8217;s go into the bookstore&lt;br/&gt;
I can see myself on a display&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;m only wearing this baseball cap&lt;br/&gt;
To avoid the inevitable high fives&lt;br/&gt;
You will smell like Tresor standing next to me&lt;br/&gt;
I will see myself&lt;br/&gt;
Chins&lt;br/&gt;
Defiant&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
And after we get home&lt;br/&gt;
You will hold me when I cry&lt;br/&gt;
And not call me a fag&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16130038009</link><guid>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16130038009</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 16:01:19 -0500</pubDate><category>tucker</category><category>max</category><category>feelings</category><category>love</category><category>bro</category><category>frat</category><category>celebrity</category><category>poem</category></item><item><title>MICHAEL CHIKLIS</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I actually paid to download The Shield&lt;br/&gt;
It&amp;#8217;s not an impulse to which I normally yield&lt;br/&gt;
It was pretty good, for a cop show, I guess&lt;br/&gt;
I liked how you were a complete total mess&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
This isn&amp;#8217;t a recap of your most famous show&lt;br/&gt;
(Don&amp;#8217;t mention The Commish, it&amp;#8217;s okay, I know)&lt;br/&gt;
I mean, I think you won Emmys, but I don&amp;#8217;t know how many&lt;br/&gt;
Probably more than one, maybe less than twenty&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
You&amp;#8217;re one of those short guys who&amp;#8217;s a little too ripped&lt;br/&gt;
And you seem like you&amp;#8217;d constantly be rewriting the script&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;#8220;This line doesn&amp;#8217;t work with my motivation&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;#8220;This scene doesn&amp;#8217;t adequately express my frustration.&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
So basically, I&amp;#8217;m saying, you seem like a prick&lt;br/&gt;
But maybe it&amp;#8217;s just that your acting&amp;#8217;s so slick&lt;br/&gt;
I can&amp;#8217;t tell the difference between you and some guy&lt;br/&gt;
Who shot an undercover cop in the eye*.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
*or someplace else, it&amp;#8217;s been a while since I saw the show.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16075610104</link><guid>http://famouspeoplepoems.tumblr.com/post/16075610104</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 16:03:23 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
