She hit Hollywood all starry-eyed…
Promised parts in the movies… they’d lied…
Given blow jobs, been screwed,
Pretty much fucked for food,
Till she just sort of shrivelled inside.
Tag: Hollywood
Booty
He said “Sweetie, forget that gripe fast;
Just how long can a bod so ripe last?
Soon your bosom will sag;
Get the cash in the bag!
Does it matter, your being type-cast?
Tinseltown
She hit Tinseltown, stars in her eyes;
Famous people, big cars, hunky guys!
After lots of auditions,
Some new sex positions,
She just sits in bars now and cries.
The casting couch
Chatted up by a man in a bar,
Flattered, told he could make her a star!
Well, you know how it ends;
Fucked by him, then his friends,
Shattered dreams, pussy pouting, ajar.
Hollywood story
Not an actress, to which she’d aspired;
Her best-by date must have expired.
A waitress that’s all,
Still awaiting that call
From her agent… broke, sagging and tired.
Not your average Hollywood ending
Naked, tied to a log, the big blade
Roaring closer! [Zoom in: wide eyes]. [Fade].
[Woodchips] [Circular saw].
She screams! [Blood spatter] [Gore].
Next week: Saved! Hero roots her. Fair trade.
Cleopatra in Hollywood
Cleopatra unfastened the clasp
Of her bodice and picked up the asp,
[Close-up] fangs on her tit,
[Freeze frame] [blood] as it bit.
“Ouch!” she said [music] [terminal gasp].
Hollywood
In the film, from the poem or ballad,
The heroine, helpless and pallid,
Her virtue in peril,
Is rescued by Errol
(Flynn. Clark also valid.)