I love it bilious
I love it mean
I love it harsh
Oh whip me now
Show me the spark
Show me the how.
Are you rolling a cig
Are you rolling a joint
Does your scruffy scruff itch
Is there any point?
So happy to see you
Looking down and out
Happy to see you
Playing a lout
So happy to see you
Sartorially challenged
So happy to see you
Real and damaged.
Happy to see you
Wearing real stuff.
Staying away from the tights
Staying away from the fluff.
Give up the cape
Give up the stylist
Take some meds
For that Hollywood virus.
You haven't looked this good
Since before The Hobbit,
Damn, you have the knack,
Stay the sonnet.
You often write about how I feel....About what I often,often perceive...I just cannot express as beautifully as you do.....Thank you...
ReplyDeleteAs you say,the tights,the cape, the fluff,the frigging stylist.Also the too much buff maybe ? The all around bullshit that seems to permeate Tinseltown.....
DeleteFabulous poem! I see you must be celebrating poetry month. I am so glad you were inspired. The muse is back! :)
ReplyDeleteAmen :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice idea and poem - I learnt some new words.) Thanks for teaching!
ReplyDeleteMed against Hollywood virus? let's hope there will be enough of it :)
Broccoli
Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.
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