They’re rolling up the red carpet now,
clearing away the lipsticked glasses,
sweeping away the glitter and grime of
the soiree–a party just to fill time.
Getting to the job always takes longer
than the return, but no one ever knows why.
And getting home is never satisfying,
more bills to clean, and messes to pay for.
But their backs are strong, and wills’ stronger,
despite the sciatica, despite the fear of dying
having never done anything but clean up
after the dull mimickers of Hollywood.