Oh, Johnny Depp, how I have wept
to see your mortal demise.
You cannot rise again using
your fame in a way so unwise.
Madonna, dear, I know you fear being
no longer at the top of the charts.
But blowing up the Whitehouse
will not win adoring hearts.
And Tom I believe being “Castaway,”
when you lost your friend, Wilson,
deranged your brain in such a way
your career could soon be done.
Tomorrowland is a place he lives,
our debonair and handsome George Clooney.
But it seems he’s jumped on the
bandwagon of the rich and famous looney.
We don’t drink champagne and eat caviar
but we’ve paid to see you at the cinema.
Now, to tell you the truth I truly think
I’d rather endure an enema.
© Phyllis Weeks Rogers 9/27/67
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Life On The Lake 
Great post. I quit what little I saw of Hollywood in 1989.
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Reblogged this on El Noticiero de Alvarez Galloso and commented:
Thank you Ms. Rogers for this insight.
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Thank you so much for the reblog. It was a compliment. Thank you.
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A pleasure and honor. This was more than a compliment. This is to expose how deep Hollywood has fallen. I did not see much series from Hollywood or TV but now I have turned off everything secular except sports and turned on Christian TV
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Amen. I love Pureflix
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Isn’t it sad?
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Yes, it sure is.
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