Bad hair days never did plague ye, a jewel often portrayed as a (no object of denigrating, humiliating, lacerating, et cetera insult) flunky center-fold materiel baby in conjunction with doctor “T” and the women! Awash with threadbare silk hope warming the audience like some brave little toaster that goes to mars! Thence upon a soft terrestrial landing your trajectory positioned as the major host at an all-star party for Aaron Spelling! Thy ambience imbued with Aphrodite as the iconic lovemaster apostolic woebegone she man of the house doe like when presiding over children of the faux sitting playboy dust bunnies akin to some substitute wife seduced into risqué criminal behavior with “good sports”!

chance circumstance plucked one beauty and “poof” magically your stardom did create
thee doth not know me from adam or eve, the media globally broadcast your plight
the most difficult role ever foisted upon your being by divine cosmic creator to date
which playbook never did train for a dead reckoning one way ticket to eternal night
yet bravado witnessed on recent expose exemplifying attempt to win accursed fate
no matter that corporeal essence heaving jinxes to stave off that languishing light
which resignation and loss of the primary charlie’s angel many fans would hate!

Large and small screen sacrifices adopted, whether in the guise of Margaret Bourke White or filmed in double exposure did find that je nais sais quois cinema verite theme to scrutinize you in the morning as some poor little rich girl i.e. the Barbara Hutton story surviving as an outlier on the extremities of duplicity, humility…superficiality when cast as a Nazi hunter! Less contentious, ferocious, and more innocuous between two women offered fiery femme fatale fanfare vis a vis in the burning bed!

nary a handy dandy blues clues sponge bob square pants awareness known about me
who merely considers himself as just another crumbling brick in the wall of humanity
yet this simian attempted to commiserate with your terminal illness wondering why
suffering san such an able bodied thespian dealt skull and cross bones – must be…

no adulation, congratulation, edification, gratification motivated my impulsiveness to write
this extemporaneous stream of consciousness paeon, which impulsiveness earnest quite
genuine affection from documentation touched me to liberate feelings tethered like a kite!

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