Look! There I am,

On that pedestal to be,

You reach high,

Stretch your limbs,

That pedestal is all you see,

Pillar of worth,

Above an Earth,

Condemnèd by the masses,

An unearthly figure, all the bigger

High above the Earthly gases,

Better for the taunting,

Push him up, drag him down,

Give him fame and mortal wealth,

It's the pressure that will drown,

A pedestal's a useful thing,

To point, to laugh, to stare,

But that figure you condemn to a life

Of expectation and of strife?

Well, you put him there.