Paparazzo, My Darling: A Love Poem

My latest freelancing assignment has put me in close contact with a well known (but tragically misunderstood) element of LA society.

It’s been… inspiring.

 

I’m in Love with a Paparazzo

My eyes are filled with the sight of you, papi
When you’re done with your stalking, why don’t you call me?

You’re first on the scene, like cops on Mel Gibson
I try not to envy, but I’m guilty as Nixon

That shiny new car you got from the mob
The way you run red lights – makes my heart throb

You’re sexy in a skinny way
Have you had anything to eat today?

I love your accent; you sound so smart
When you scream at Britney, it melts my heart

You’re a professional. You never take no
You’re an observer, but you steal the show

Nothing fazes you. It’s all in good fun
Even when your subject waves at you with a shotgun

Hottest of all is you flicking your stogies
Into a garden of the neighbor’s peonies

You ignore security – you won’t be fenced in
You act like you own the place – are you even a citizen?

You pull up your hood to block my view
But it’s no use, baby. I know it’s you

I’ve learned a lot from you, watching you work
Wherever you go, behind you I lurk

You won’t admit it, but you love me too
Do you see me here? In your rearview?

 

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Comments

[Erin Street]

Hottest of all is you flicking your stogies
Into a garden of the neighbor’s peonies" -- brilliant!

[Parker]

Thank you, Erin! It's fun to think of words that rhyme with "stogies"... ;)