Poem: Schwarzenegger

As a child I loved you.
Only You and one other (Michael Keaton).
My two Actor Men,
who could do no wrong:
My Idols, my Heroes, my Gods.
The Men of my life.

When I started acting,
my agent contacted yours,
You sent me a Press picture
from the movie "Predator"
picture-frame sized,
you holding a big gun
with a cigar in your mouth,
and a photocopied autograph.
I knew it was photocopied
but I still loved it.
Sylvester Stallone had nothing on you.
(Michael Keaton sent me a personally signed
"Bettlegeuse" poster).
Did you even read my letter?
I was nine.
Somehow I doubt you did.

Now you're the Governor of my state;
I've never been more ashamed.
How could you?
I loved you.
I looked up to you.
Like Reagan you fled to Politics.
Unlike Reagon,
you have no political sense at all.

You've killed the memory I held
of you, Arnold.
A warm, childhood, fantasy hero.
Laid waste to feed
your greedy, hungry, little ego.

Ashamed, Arnold.
Just Ashamed.
Feel it.
Feel the disapointment you have caused,
to this person, to this child,
to children who idolized you everywhere.

Feel the Shame.