Title: Eden for a Letter
Warnings: So shallow, I don’t even splash.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica, #5. February 27, 1998. The Thespian president cut his hair, and I know I wasn’t the only one horrified by it. However, it was for a part — it was for the art — so we couldn’t hold it against him.
Eleven years later? Yeah, still that shallow. Even bald, I’d have done him, though, if he swung that way. Can’t say no to beauty and talent.
My golden idol went and shaved his head
Oh, the ways we suffer for our art
I looked on him and dreamed that I was dead
…The things an actor will do for a part
I used to long to touch his golden locks
To tangle all my fingers in his hair
Once upon a time, it gave me shocks
To brush against a beauty oh so rare
I should not dream to commit such an act
To ruin such beauty surely is a crime!
And with the devil I would make a pact
To have his hair grow back in shorter time
But, despite the pained disgrace I feel
My idol has my grace, for he is real