| I�m trying to be a movie star. I�m trying so hard. I pound my head against the pavement everyday. Any day now it will be giving way. The sidewalk will open up and swallow me whole, Delivering me to the Underworld. Kids these days are calling it Hollywood. Everyone�s naked there. And I�ll be naked, too Because you don�t need clothes when you have money. Everyone knows that. At tremendously huge parties I�ll brush up against tremendously huge people, Probably much like Tom Hanks and Julie Roberts. They will probably ask for my autograph. I�ll probably reluctantly turn them down. If I sign one for you I�d have to sign one for everyone else here. I can�t just sign napkins for everyone. It�d take me all night, All week, even. It would just be endless. Then we would laugh. And everyone would hear us, And turn And look at us. Terribly, Painfully, Miserably, Without a Doubt The happiest people there are. And all I had to do was hit my head on the ground A few million times. And sell my soul to Satan A few million times. |