Perfection

Constantly demanding perfection,
she’s never good enough,
can’t stand her own reflection,
yet they call her ‘hot stuff’.

“Pout for me some more,
put your right shoulder down,
do it like you did before,
like you are about to drown.”

Her face is on front covers,
she gets offers thrown at her,
she’s had so many lovers,
that their faces are a blur;

TRINA; ANOTHER BOYFRIEND,
BOYFRIEND NUMBER TEN,
TRINA MARRIAGE TO END,
TRINA; “THROUGH WITH MEN”

She’s just a puppet of the press,
they won’t stop pulling her strings,
they’re causing her to be a mess,
but she stays for the money it brings.

“You’re too old for this show”
“I’m only 30 you jerks”
“You and I both know,
That’s how the world works.”

They told her to pack up and leave,
but what work could she actually do?
with no experience, she was naive,
she did the only thing she could turn to;

“How much, everything on show?”
“Two hundred, all right?”
“Eighty, and that’s as far as I’ll go”
“It’s your lucky night”

The years go by,
she’s wasting away,
she prays to the sky,
for a brighter day;

“I’ll get out of this sinkhole,
once I save some money,
then I’ll have control,
then it’ll be sunny.”

During a shooting, between police and crooks,
A stray bullet hits her, while in her bed-sit,
she dies, taking along her good looks,
in the local paper, she gets a four line obit;

"Trina Holm, former a-list,
dies at 36, withheld explanation,
she will be very dearly missed,
call 338463 for funeral information."