Angels Are Never Blue Except in Hollywood
The Tinsel Town attempt to stop the heart
Is far too obvious, just like its screened
Stupidities for teenage boys. A tart
Poised on a staircase after being preened
Shows off her legs like Cyd Charisse. A stool
Displays the black boot calves, Marlene’s thighs,
And we are gasping and supposed to drool.
The shirt of Brando, off, reveals the size
Of sweat stains in his undershirt and we
Are meant to gape. Each studied look ignores
The ordinary, archly. The decree
Is audiences must be given whores
To worship, male and female, often both.
The studios have sworn a stylish oath.
~ Phillip Whidden