Hollywood

She didn't watch the movie she just ate the

Greasy popcorn and listened to the couples kiss

And run in and out of the theater

The price she pays to soak her fingers in

The butter drain her strength into the gutter is

Two odd hours behind bars

But she lives alone and the familiar scent

Of her apartment was suffocating

So sitting like a watched pot she's sticking out

Like a sour thumb tonight the screen seems very

Hot and she is not so young

Hollywood, what are you good for?

The terminal

Pop icons are dropping off

Teen idols collapse on the sidewalk

The breakfast club is underground and an

Ambulance is making rounds through

Hollywood

You can take a vow of silence and wake up an

Appliance with tubes and neadles and antennas

In case you don't feel embarrassed

Hear the smattering of applause while they're gathering some gauze

They say whether you've got cash to burn or not

A little crash will earn you a spot in the weekly reader

And intention is important if you want a shot at

Redemption but don't tell them you feel nothing

If you want a shot of morphine

And intention is important if you want a shot at

Redemption but don't tell them you feel nothing

If you want a shot of morphine

Scar tissue is repugnant but it doesn't turn

Teenager's stomachs it just makes you seem a

Little wiser they think you need a broader

Shoulder to cry on

So the stars fall into the street as they leave the

Hospital with no blood left in their cheeks only

Junk in their mail

Hollywood, what are you good for?

A funeral