Norma Jean Baker

Plain girl norma jeane baker  
never guessed where fame would take her  
the quetion I should ask please give me a clue  
If you were in her shoes in retrospective views  
 
Question  
if you had the foresight so to choose  
that you would be the worlds newest muse  
turned heads in unison before in chorus
 wolf whistles passing go not un-noticed  
 
Question  
there is a presumption to speak ill  
when you are trapped on that treadmill  
they molded you from clay to gold  
iron pyrites of fame that you were sold  
 
Question  
a birth certificate with different surnames  
did it leave you a mixed up dame  
were there cracks in that flawless beauty  
the out takes your life's nitty gritty  
 
Question  
the small town girl, stars in her eyes  
but all the studio saw was $ signs  
and they called you Marilyn Monroe  
oozing sex appeal from every pore  
 
Question  
the picture of you in a swirling skirt  
 updraught of fame that cant be reversed  
that when the dies cast there's no going back  
is that simple life dream, dead in its tracks  
 
Answer
the gilded cage that held quiet rage  
thrown to the lions, the script on the page  
the naked truth in depressions deepest roots  
in foetal outline, death, the message is so moot