Hollywood
Pupils dilated with dollar signs and shot with blood
In the strip mall called Hollywood
The army of disarm me and smarmy legion
Of the greater metropolitan Los Angeles region
Your SoCal life of low art and high drama
The blood orgies and incest and sutras to Kama
The night sweats that soak the semen-caked mattress
Of another two-bit, three-input actress
Her soul will shrivel up before her tits do
And long before any reality hits you
Call me when it falls of the map
In the meantime I’ll be on my beachfront property in Nevada
Taking a nap
