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.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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