Poetry Corner: ” The 27th loser”

The 27th loser

She wanted to meet him and more
the Big Star
he was all she desired
without her body next to his she would go mad
a typical case but sad
in all likelihood he most likely was a cad
she rejected countless lovers by the score
preferring to read about him in cheap pulp magazines
dreams with-about-for him got the best of her
and she found it imperative to nestle in his fur
she found a job
but the money was not rolling in by the glob
her social life was nil
and to ensure any social damaging ill
she took the pill
she bought wardrobes by the score
but her lack of money made her look like a cheap whore
she saved her bread
and to Los Angeles she fled

the studios were phoned and finally she cornered his agent
a high class gent by the name of Kent
no way to see him was his reply
her pleas didn’t cause a dent
so hundreds of begging letters were sent
and the badgered man was forced to relent

She met him in line along with the others
but for her there was no worry
her competition were all classless mothers
so he’d soon be giving her kisses that smothered
therefore she was free of bothers

Finally it was her turn
5 minutes in the dressing room
his motors would soon begin to zoom
for her he’d fall
it would be a quick wedding with a Rolls and all
to be followed by children 6 feet tall

But he didn’t give a damn
for him it was simply another face
she lacked elementary grace
the 5 minutes vanished in such short space
her idol plainly didn’t care
and was not moved by her penetrating stare
so he called for the next
she sobbed and grabbed she was so perplexed
security guard muscles were flexed
and dragged away the wench
she was out on the street out of her mind on a cold bench
wandering amongst her proletarian kind
life to her now was nothing better than a rotten melon rind
it would be back to her job at the toy shop
what a loser flop
to the drugstore she went
on razor blades her money was spent
and back to the Holiday Inn
where she promptly did herself in

Robert K. Stephen