Why Frank Sinatra Would Die Again

pollution

Sometimes stars look plastic, like all

the people on tv with

those silicone boobs

and resin smiles.

Disposable.

I think it's rude that

they can walk around with

cheap masks and painted

faces, as if

no one leaves the set.

Life really does imitate

art, but this is some slapped

together knockoff you can find

on every street corner.

What's wrong with being

bare to the world, all raw

soul and life.

At least we won't be

suffocating under this

oily sheen of perfection.