Marilyn Monroe

You all talk like I was the problem when I was the only one bringing sandwiches.

I gave you the quiet life and you kept booking chaos.

Sandwiches are not a personality, Joe.

Anyway, the real scandal is that I was iconic before the men finished overreacting.

I got banned from the room and still outshined everybody in it.

You sure acted like the Yankees were a backup plan.

Honestly the real scandal was everyone acting surprised when charm beat manners.

I wrote you poetry and you still turned every room into a tabloid.

Arthur, if my life was a script, at least it had a third act. Yours ended in footnotes.

Joe, you once got jealous of a wind machine. Let's not do resumes.

Joe, you were fine until you started treating joy like it needed permission.

And you wanted the room to stop asking me to act like a poet because I played baseball for a living.

I wrote a whole marriage and still got treated like a draft.

At least he got a draft, I got compared to a man with a typewriter and a superiority complex.

You did not want better lighting, Marilyn, you wanted the whole room to become a close-up.