"Not another one!"
Whispering in unison
the worshipers of heroes
gasped
grasping at the unbelievable
truth that behind closed closet doors,
the filth spilled out from underneath the rug
it was swept under

Heard tale that she did terrible things
for a man to be worshipped
Heard tail that she gave him wasn't his first
Heard tale of tails sold for eyes and a silver screen

Technicolor
DTS
Dolby Digital **** kits
passed out
To passed out kids
and women suffered the brunt of it
for low wages and red carpet
for a bit part and a chance
to walk across a stage and thank
all the monsters for ****** her twice

Once in a closet behind closed doors
Once at the bank-backed bounced check

next to a leading man
who stole all of her fame

But alas, my dearest friends
Your heroes aren't dead
They're all begging you
to take the kryptonite
off of them and put them
back into the sunlight
Sometimes
even superheroes need help from regular folk

Bury Hollywood in old console coffins
Use the media as fill dirt
and turn drive-ins into cemeteries
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