Thou still a celeb of banality,
With a mortgage ‘til eternity,
Bit player, who can’t create,
Searching for something to ablate,
Why not the burden of a painful audition?
To say nothing of the weight of the human condition.
Of agents and lawyers, Gods of Malibu,
Testing your patience like a vegan barbecue,
Shed your sin with a pill beyond compare,
Thus tip the scales to fame for trendy new beachwear.
Find a screenplay you love, one that might sell,
Even if your best role is in development hell.
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