“They told me, Francis Hinsley,
they told me you were hung.
With red protruding eyeballs
and black protruding tongue.”
― Evelyn Waugh, The Loved One
I had most of my nose cut off—
After they sent me to Palm Springs
For some cheap cosmetic surgery
Then they sent me to Mexico—
For six weeks to learn Flamenco
To become quite the Valentino
It didn’t catch on even though —
I was quite good at it, you know
I definitely played a tres chic Sheik
My legs were quite photogenique—
I was used to it after years of showing
A little leg there on Hollywood Blvd
No matter how coy and innocent—
I pretended to be as I danced away
I just simply couldn’t please anybody
Those League of Decency queens—
Insisted I bleach my hair and dye it
A less voluptuous vermilion hue
The tacky directors insisted—
All my crooked teeth be pulled—
But my pretty dentures kept slipping
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