You give yourself in love to actors, directors,
Journalists, people unknown and famous,
Fast metropolitan beasts will swallow you
But you'll be on the front page,
Even in occasional film,
You might record a commercial for tv
People will use you as they use words
Behind your back they'll be telling jokes.
Everyone loves your ideal dimensions,
With old hands on it,
But that's a part of your career
So why would you not?
The famous photographer of sexy magazine
Will paint his own painting,
Immature kids with open mouth
We'll be watching your young, naked body.
You are perfection, without blemish,
You are part of soldiers' dreams,
You're a doll from the front page
And you are in for the money. © V. Morich