In the media limelight,
What a sorry fall from grace
For one who always held first place.
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Didst thou think thou could ride free,
And that no rules applied to thee?
From heaven now a fall to limbo,
A heavy price for any bimbo.
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And what bosom and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
Did judgment melt in all that heat?
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First the passion, now the pain,
In what furnace fried thy brain?
Was it worth it? What dread grasp
Held thee witless in its clasp?
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Didst thou think no one had spoken,
To break the trust that thou had broken?
That none would claim her bragging right?
"I was with Tiger Woods last night!"
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Thou wast not evil, nor a clown,
But some would like to bring thee down.
So when the righteous jackals bay,
Well, all these dogs will have their day.
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What thou hath done they all did too,
A common failing, nothing new.
But one thing they cannot forgive:
You were too good to let you live.
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It seems to be the way we are,
We climb so high, we fall so far.
So private woes are public pains
And no civility remains.
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But this will pass, the wounds will heal,
The howling pack will turn and wheel.
You will survive this trying day,
The media will seek fresh prey.
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Oh foolish icon, burning bright
In the media limelight,
What a sorry fall from grace!
And who shall now take Tiger's place?
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