Hey Hollywood

please stop brushing the hair and
washing the faces of actors
supposedly in hellish circumstances

Ravaged by heartache trauma time or the elements
hurled across landscapes by sand water wind & fire
thrown out of planes trains cars boats busses
washed up onto shores after explosions & hurricanes
dodging punches & bullets in battlefields alleys streets & saloons

Most of us look like shit in the mornings
so groggy we can barely form sentences
remember who’s sleeping beside us
even if we’re married to them or
drag ourselves out of bed

There’s no hair & makeup crew
in real life


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