laurel was a girl i knew,   made of dirt and stone   pretty hip in younger times,   now she sits alone   with a hundred thousand,   beat up architectural disasters   she calls homes   beverly glen was pretty   all the rich boys loved her curves   she tried to get the credit sometimes   more than she deserved   like those cheesy 80’s movies   she epitomized all things   we’d come to know   beachwood was a boheme   from the sexy 60’s scene   grew up east of w. hollywood   and somewhere in between   all the madness laurel puts up with , but   somehow always tolerates a scene   nicols had a lot in common   with performing arts   a and r guys having cookouts   on her back with super stars   but she had some nasty habits and some   roadwork to repair this drama queen   sometimes beachwood yelled at laurel   on the terms of selling out   then laurel yelled at beverly   for not knowing what life’s about   with her trust fund friends and family,   it felt just like an earthquake   when she’d shout   and silverlake just stood there   with her nose up in the air   pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying,   i dont fucking care   bout the drama all you idiots are buying,   selling, leasing, up there   san fernando was a struggling actor   drove a deli truck to the sets of porno   movies, just trying to make a buck   while his pilot sits in escrow, he dreams of   dating beverly one day