“Hollywood Now”

  White snow is falling on old “Tinsel Town”

  it’s falling and flying, not reaching the ground

  the plight of “The Business”, we’re grimly aware

  that it looks like St. Nicholas no longer is there

  Free basing fathers, ye demons of blight

  ride through the jungle, fly by the night

  no venturesome creature treads merrily there

  soon posted signs read, “Trespassers beware!”

  Donner’s been blitzened, his nose all a glow

  with sparks from a fire that never will show

  what happened to Mickey, Donald and Champ,

  are these lovely fellows replaced by the tramp?

   Street urchins gather, no ocean, no boat

  to carry you safely away from this goat

  of Judas that leads you to fall where you lie

  with sores on your ankles, you’re left here to die

  “This the night of much sorrow, the strip is well walked

  by ladies of fashion, with pimps they are stalked

  Hollywood heyday, you’ve seen all the best

  better you stop now, it’s time for a rest