The Superstar

The superstar of a single block
Is irrelevant on another's clock.
He's made his crowd scream and shout,
But anywhere else he has no clout.
If he's a headcase he's in for a shock.

Once he leaves he's a line of chalk.
Who'll care if someone should hock
Any blasphemy about
                                    The superstar?

At first it'll all seem inside-out,
But is there ever really a doubt
That after he's gone life continues to walk
Ahead, away from yesterday's talk?
That corner will still exist without
                                    The superstar.