Creatures

So I go to this Hollywood event last night, a producer was getting a star on Hollywood blvd.  It seemed like a burial ground to me instead of a medal or something.  I mean, it is like a tombstone, but a star, and it is being cemented in the ground for everyone on hollywood blvd to walk on, or throw up on, or spit their gum out on...I mean, I would rather have a name mounted on a wall or even just highlighted in a paper than in the ground...but, that's just me I guess :)

There were a bunch of characters that showed up to the event, old Hollywood retired producers, young woman attached to an arm looking pretty, old woman with a lot of botox, executives in suits probably looking for their next project, and I guess most of the people their were friends of the producer who was getting the star and they all came to support.  I was one of those people.  But man oh man, people sometimes seem like 'creatures' instead of human beings to me...

                  Creatures

Some are like machines,

Brittle and stiff with pride,

Silver-lined coats.

Others are rubber-like dolls

Waving in the wind,

Harmonizing with air.

More of us are mannequins,

Thin and pretty without a clue

To the makings that brew.

Some search in books,

Cover to cover, information

Locking in a never-changing brain.

Others look to trees,

The flowers and bees buzzing

With wisdom and truth.

All are people, humans alike

Some who fight

Some with flight.

All are people, aging together

Some with dread

Some gracefully ahead.

All are people, struggling to survive

        If some people say you got far

        In Hollywood, then, you might just get a star.

~Jenn