Kenneth Anger was a prick
But he focused on something
That led to a ravenous hunger
Americans are truly sick
For news that imparts blushing
A desire for the vulgar
Gaining gruesome intimacies
Of lives they've never scene
Nor ever lived
Yes, all humans can be sick
But we've a hunger to know
All things we've been told
Are forbidden
Lust will own you
Trust will be betrayed
It doesn't matter what you say
It'll be repeated repeatedly
If you are someone who is famed
You'll soon be reminded
That someone in Hollywood
Works to have you framed
And shamed
