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Kevin Solomon Poem
Kevin Solomon 9/9/2015
The Lion and the Crown
Cobalt blue goblet and the spangled gown
Black tie and high browns
Puttin on the Ritz
Flappers dancing the Charleston
Jazz by Count Basie and Duke Ellington
Crazy dance moves like the Black Bottom, the Shimmy and the Turkey Trot
And the Cake Walk
The Tango and the Bunny Hop
The Fox Trot and the Lindy Hop
Roaring cars filling the crowded streets
Zoot suits and reap pleats
Wide leg Oxford Bags and cuffed trousers
Waistcoats, suspenders, bow-ties and knickerbockers
Ladies wearing make-up, bobbed hair, short fringed skirts and drinking
Bright colored sweaters, patent-leather hair, feather head bands and smoking
The glitz of New York
Not the grime of Detroit
Superstars
Forgetting who their real friends are
Blinded by the glitter and gleam
Forgetting you are only a human being
Going where Harlem flits
No guts no grits
The fancy rich and famous showing their glitz
Forget about the misfits
And come on down to the Ritz
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Kevin Solomon Poem
Born Norma Jean Mortensen
Marilyn was a singing, poetry writing and acting American
Born and raised in L. A., Miss Monroe
Grew in in foster homes
Growing up, her world was grim
To escape, she learned to pretend
Far from flattering
Starting out with very low salaries
Becoming top 100 movie stars of all time
Yet gone too soon while still in her prime
Sexiest female movie star of all time
Classic shape of 37-23-36
Small minded men, only thinking of sex
Over 600 books written about her
Who know that she was a stutterer?
She said you can't curl up with money at night
Without a real soulmate, that sure is right
Hollywood pays you $50,000 for a kiss
Get out of line, you get dismissed
And 50 cents for your soul
Your life never whole
Big breasts, big butt, big deal
Ignore my body, look at my skill
People would always stop and stare
Follow the rules, you get no where
Finding out who she really was, people never bothered
Doing that was way too awkward
It's not easy being a star
Fame is fickle, fame is like caviar
It's good, but not damned everyday
She said drugs pull you down, always making you pay
A candle in the wind
Associating with the wrong kind of friends
She knew in the end
Diamonds are not necessarily a girl's best friend
It was a tragic loss
When she faced the double cross
Barbiturates administered by bastards, bigots and bandits
Given chloral hydrate
By her fake date
Homicide
Making it look like suicide
Disappearing tissue samples
What other evidence was trampled?
Finding eavesdropping devices in every room of her house
She wasn't married so it wasn't her spouse
Imagination?
Speculation?
Or true realization?
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