Herbivorous Hollywood Poem by Doug Lane

Time to start
a woman-safe studio
where all male players
are either
gay
or chaste
or castrated
or deeply civilized
or all of the above
nor are there any scary, predatory,
bullying, strap-on wielding,
lady hyphenates.

There are only
the kind of bosses
who hold women
and their futures
in the highest regard,
or don't hold them
at all,
not,
at least,
without
their consent.

Oh, and they won't prey
on men
or kids
either.

They won't eat
ambitious innocents,
or anyone else,
alive.
They'll be gluten-free
herbivores.
The carnivores
may continue
to thrive
at the other
studios,
however.

And there may even be
actresses and interns,
bored
by the prospect
of herbivorous
Hollywood,
who present themselves
to these
flesh-eating studios
as living sacrifices,
candidates for desanguination,
human hors d'oeuvres
just to confirm
for themselves
their own worst fears
about dog eat underdog
Hollywood.