Hollywood teeming with sluts, whores and gays
Transies and pixies who hide all the day
High life and low lifers, a saga of sin
A trail of gism wherever they've been.
Sons and daughters, their innocence lost
Chasing the moments whatever the cost
The underlying sadness, driven by fear
Their careless regard that's lead them here.
Filled with searching, one niters and flings
Dreaming of the proverbial brass ring
Embracing a life that's forever unfilled
A weedy expanse that will never be tilled.
Life of conquest, quick thrills and Aids
Lost in a life of beds that they've made
Chasing the moment, a cauldron of ploys
Once they were just little girls and boys.....
Author, little miss blair