Somewhere, a star is pushed out the window.
Might be the latest of a long line of sofa auditions.
Somewhere, a star is gold plated, rolled from dirt poor into fame,
and subsequently rolled into the Wax Museum.
Acne face boy and brace-tooth almost virgin,
you'll be our new poster child.
Girlie, we'll make your waist as thin as a thimble.
Your beauty will be fluorescent like that of heavenly creature.
Boy, your face will be Adonis, full lip like Adam Lambert's.
Menstruations, as far as Japan, will be missed because of your dimples.
Frankly, who would not exchange their soul,
or swallow a rat by its tail for the chance of being a silver scream idol?
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