The Hollywood Hiccup

I slipped up,
and I wanted nothing to do with any of this,

they were going to call me a murderer when they found you here,
and nothing I do will hide those holes in your back,
or the chalk from this smoking gun,

but this was all your fault,
you started it,
but if I started my defense with such things,
they would turn a deaf ear,

which would have been helpful moments ago

they will write about this decades from now,
that you crossed me when you should not have,

and this is the kind of thing Louella Parsons will saturate with powdered sugar,
and then vinegar when she and W.R. felt it appropriate,
which they would inevitably do when the yellows of their headlines began to dissipate

and this is the kind of thing I should be sorry for,
but I am not,
I know it was not the right thing to do,
but this was the destiny of your demise,

and in some months,
some people will tell this story to keep the doldrums away from attempting their dreams,
some people will tell this story to to make me braver than I was,
but only when the bell is ringing in the name of feminine favoritism

but mostly,
I just slipped,

and stumbled right into notoriety