She always knew she was easy on the eyes
And worked her looks to her advantage.
After high school she married Jeff Stone,
A great and kind and handsome man
Who worked as a baker in a local bakery.

People said they made a perfect couple
Until Angela began to have misgivings,
Unhappy she settled, she yearned for more.
She turned on the lights of a movie agent
And left the baker and the small town.

She adapted easily to the casting couch
For promises of desirable movie roles.
When she learned she couldn’t act,
And never landed any movie roles,
She turned to exotic dancing in clubs.

She had some near misses with rich men,
And got addicted to some street drugs.
Today you can see her on Kensington Ave
Bent over, out of it, swaying like a zombie,
And getting closer to being dead like one.

In rare times when she is lucid, she dreams
Of a baker she left behind in a small town.

Bob Boyd