Scratching At Success - Rupert Hine

He’s scratching at success like some poor dog locked in a room

His claws are torn and sore and still no one will open up the door

The water he drank long ago and food can’t ease the roaring pain

And even as he howls, no, no, no one will bring him fame

I told you so many times, so many times, so many times, so many times my nails

are wet

You are the one I will forget