Honesty

I once had a nice time with men, dwelt, eat,
drank and was drunk of men. I could beat my
chest to say I am in virtually in the heart, mind
and thought of people.
Alas! unknown to me, that my reign would be
short lived. Had I known I would have created a
stamp, signed autographs on their foreheads so
I could be identified by those who still think it
wise to carry me about.
How can I explain this? I’ve lost my grip on so
many. Now an endangered specie , hmm! do
people believe a can survive this deliberate and
conscious move to starve me?
I know my own and am known of them.