Factory Girl

You were wild and oh so young
I bet you think this sounds like a song
But beneath a plastic painted Maybelline smile
I could feel all of your pain

Took up the gun
Shot your self so full of holes
Anything to feel numb
As you were captured on celluloid

PoP Art masterpiece muse
Always on display
With a revolving door of distractions
The center of the evening’s soiree

Popping flashing light bulbs
Immortalizing the archetype
Slim, chic, cat-eyed model
With designer platinum hair

Going Up coming down
In that instant it was Heaven 17
Life was a Rush and a push
A millionaire dollar baby about to implode

Celebrity queen, on the scene
Television spots, and 45 mm shorts
Lured and burned like an ordinary girl
Was being loved to much to ask

The voice of a generation destroyed her child, and moved on like a rolling stone.

Destroyed and broken
The final straw drawn
To weak to recover
Or see a new dawn

Is it true?
Poor little rich girl
Lived at the shallow end
Of an empty pool?

Published by 🌙 Crescent Moons 🌙