Interview with the Movie Star
The world insists I rid myself of every spot
And flaw, each blemish, extra pound, and dot
Of vice. I’m not
Perfect, but vices sell a lot
Of tickets. So I’m flawed and popular and hot
And shot by paparazzi.
I’m tough, and my agent’s like some Nazi
But, look, the world does not insist I rid
Myself of every flaw. I’m like a kid!
My image butters roles, so take your best shot!