Divas' Intelligentsia

Pulling all nighters til I correct the error of years' disarray
Have I forsaken a glamorous career of
black bedecked academia
chainsmoking Lucky Strikes
drinking countless macchiatos
and glasses of mid priced shiraz
at B-Bar

Do I want to be one of them?
Can I aspire to fabulousness?
Or am I destined for ordinaryness
or still worse, mediocrity?
Barefoot in Highton
with a headful of crazy talk
and more importantly, persiflage.