An Oscar with a difference...
She walked into the room
and owned it
She walked into the room
and owned it
the stage was hers,
the applause, her due
the applause, her due
her glory days eternal
never conceding
never conceding
to a single wrinkle
she stood,
she stood,
a waxworks caricature
of her former fame
of her former fame
to please this city
that disdains older age
that disdains older age
and the media whispers
became a roar,
became a roar,
indignation
a united demand
a united demand
for the surgeon’s scalp(el)
and litigation
and litigation
for this woman
chiselled and sanded
beyond recognition
for her big night out.
for her big night out.
I love this! Well done Merlene. Thank you. Peace. ~ Michael (The Poetry Channel)
ReplyDeleteThank you Michael.
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