Hollywood, you pay us peanuts, we give you comedy gold
You live in a condo, I'm looking at homeless
Hey, Mr. Producer, let's talk about Sunset Boulevard
I wrote your sci-fi tv series, I scripted your sit-com
but I can't pay my rent or put food on the table,
where’s my pension plan and health fund, sir?
Hollywood, let's about the slave wages
on this new Spartacus movie! I'm getting older,
the factory is closing but the Amusement Park is opening
There's Marilyn Monroe! there's Hedy Lamarr
but the new movie stars on Hollywood Boulevard
are coming from China today.
How much is my salary expectation?
You gotta be kiddin', Mister Producer
with the big fat cigar.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)