They can lie, but never lay, <br />All bright lights have gone away; <br />They're just the money shot <br />Of yesterday. <br /> <br />Left are pictures in a magazine <br />Beside the road, some obscene- <br />Or the stills from movies made- <br />Their myth of potency, all fade. <br /> <br />Now they're cold, <br />Where once were warm, <br />And no one's clutched <br />In rigor’d arms. <br /> <br />They can't speak <br />And no one peeks; <br />Once they were tops- <br />But now just props.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-porno-stars/
