Marilyn
The girl who stayed confused,
Her beauty would be used,
A smile that she was good at faking,
An absent mom and dad,
It seems she always had
A heart that never quite stopped aching.
The lonely whirlpool dazed
And could not be erased,
Yet some fulfilment came when rising
Through puberty's strange glen,
Discovering that men
Find your appearance tantalizing.
Nude photos went ahead
Reclining on a bed,
The agents who control reaction
Ensured most liked it hot
And after every shot
The casting couch demanded action.
With Joe Dimaggio
Love didn't last, although
The world was dazzled by her glamour,
Her dress rose in a gust
And then she turned to dust,
The misfit broken by fame's hammer.
It's something in her eyes,
A dumb blonde never dies,
Each Marilyn fan reminisces,
A goddess here despite
The briefest earthly flight,
She poses still and blows us kisses.
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