Hollywood Romance

Clearly,
with all the shapes and the sizes this world offers-
and with your nature of fickle,
I cannot take you seriously-
Of course my morals and that little voice inside
say
that using you to the slightest is not of what has been taught-
and telling you something you want to hear is the right way-
But given,
It seems that the world revolves around the hollywood trends-
Whether it be chinchilla lined UGG boots or,
handbags made of recycled oyster clams
Or now the endless carousel of cheating wives and husbands-
With one who commands a small country for a starring role,
or the fame with your choice of the infinite amount of flash bulbs-
I will use you.
Maybe until the well runs dry,
or when you are officially deemed a "nut job" from my
lavish askings of your wealth
and finite chances I know you'd give to have a fairy tale love....
Yes.
Call me crass, call me...
the biggest job on the planet-
but its Hollywood.
A place where no one seems to have their own sense of being or uniqueness..
A place where you do,
I concur.
You say,
and I will capitalize.
We stare at the endless charade of magazines that output the perfect likeness on what
a young lady or a gallant should be-
Push that far enough into the realm of the insecure,
and they too will feel that they will have to be in that light.
They come up short on that then what?
Suicides and long chugging of pills that induce on own thoughts,
and shatter the voices that "your not perfect", or good enough.
Still,
given at this very moment,
If you decide to fall in that torrid pit of shallowness,
I stand justified to use you as so-
Why you ask?
Why would leeches not leech on to those who don't have the fight anyway?
Free Blood.

Author's Note

Just ramblings- I do not aim for perfection, but release only.