pullin' up
curbside
puttin' on
the Ritz...
struttin' down the
Walk of Fame

put my feet where
famous names choose
not to walk a mile
in my k-mart shoes
but as a grehound tourist i still feel
like a Prada limosine queen
whom unlike Leona, never plans
to ever be selfish & mean....

still i swirl in scents on the avenue of
chanel, vuitton, max mara and such...
sprinkled like a methodist baptism
soakin' up pheromones
in a  Hedy Lamarr rush... 
passing mobile vans offering
home spray-on-tans on mighty white pores
...what a bore

but somethin' inside me and you
gets mesmeriz'd in the mix of the
hollywood fix...we can't live with it,
and the rag mags gossip just won't
let us live without it...yet still...

it's kinda nice to dream of a
endless income stream, and
the only difference between
honor and shame is the owner
of the hands who claim the fame...
because once it's all said and done
in the funeral procession, the King
in all his glory will come and
like Janet J. use to say...

"Hey Hollywood!
What have you done for me lately?"
 
© 2007 cynth’ya lewis reed. . . all rights reserv'd 
P.S. In the link below is an article noted in CNN Money July 2007 issue. That link will be reposted in my  "Authors Den News" in the next few days along with a prestigious recognition by Travel Weekly, also July 2007.

(What's this about: click www.dsa.org and click the Sept 18, 2007 press release with companies posted in alphabetical order. The Ladies of Team Vision, MY sistahs, are represented there as part of a company that helps working and single mothers and widows called ...hey, why not click and check out the last one on the list alphabetically (smile).
    
   The Ladies of Team Vision--millionaire sistahs with a heart.