poems 2 rock your soul by Frances McDormand

you’ve arrived in Hollywood, you’re desperate to enter the game

you figure your figure is your best shot at fame

you’ve waxed, bleached, and fasted, now you’re saving to go under the knife

let me save you some cash with a tip from my life

when i started in this business, i was young, blonde, and petite

not a line on my face and the set i was born with was 34D

i figured i’d play the ingénue, do the rounds

just as soon as i lost those last stubborn pounds

but then i stumbled by chance on a real scene stealer:

just dye my hair brown and talk like a bit from garrison keillor

your weight? it’s gravity— the more cheese fries, the better

and all those wrinkles, why they just add character

the prettier you once were, the farther the reach

they’ll call your work “daring” when you stop brushing your teeth

think of ms. kidman and her nose in “the hours”

or beautiful charlize turned into a monster

so leave the manolos for “sex and the city”

because nothing earns oscars like not being pretty