Our friend, Dana Gioia, wrote a poem. I memorized it for the Academy Awards.
This year it seems most appropriate.
Pity the Beautiful
Pity the beautiful
The dolls and the dishes,
The babes with Big Daddies
Granting their wishes.
The hotties, the knockouts
The tens out of ten,
The drop-dead gorgeous,
The great leading men.
Pity the pretty boys,
The hunks, the Apollos,
The golden lads
Who success always follows.
Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blousey,
The paunchy Adonis
Whose luck's gone lousy.
Pity the gods
No longer divine.
Pity the night
The stars do not shine.
And I would add:
Pity the botoxed
Whose faces are frozen
The wrinkled, the aging,
The no longer chosen.
Pity Kim Novak
And daugher of Judy,
The butt of cruel jabs
From youthful and snooty.
This year it seems most appropriate.
Pity the Beautiful
Pity the beautiful
The dolls and the dishes,
The babes with Big Daddies
Granting their wishes.
The hotties, the knockouts
The tens out of ten,
The drop-dead gorgeous,
The great leading men.
Pity the pretty boys,
The hunks, the Apollos,
The golden lads
Who success always follows.
Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blousey,
The paunchy Adonis
Whose luck's gone lousy.
Pity the gods
No longer divine.
Pity the night
The stars do not shine.
And I would add:
Pity the botoxed
Whose faces are frozen
The wrinkled, the aging,
The no longer chosen.
Pity Kim Novak
And daugher of Judy,
The butt of cruel jabs
From youthful and snooty.
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