mutiny of the heart (I love Marlon Brando)

I looked  at the stars
 crushed on some..
Fletcher Christian 
turned me Polynesian
with that English upper lip.
that also  blubbed 
for Stella..in a streetcar
named Desire
he's the sort of fellar
rugged - The Wild One
that I would submit
to anything that he's got
an actor..who slips
in and out of persona
he could be my owner
if only I had been born
earlier somewhat..
but, it's no good
falling for a celluloid God
it's all fake imagary..
we like what we see
but it has no depth..
it's two dimensional
card board cut out crap
I need go no further than
my arms can reach
for the perfect ordinary chap
who heart beats
for real life..I will chose.
Marlon claims my heart
in a small school girl part
and the vast chasm left
still waits for an offer
I can't refuse.