She eyed the camera and alien crew
Catching all in its instant tableau
Not I she promised with much glee
Like a convicted felon, an escapee
The camera sought unlikely targets
Selling snapshot on the open market
Unsuspecting victims were they
In spreads in magazines on display
Quiet solitude was what she sought
Not front page fodder in a camera shot
Allergic was she to high priced fame
After all it was just someone else’s shell game
Discretion, nowadays, has become a social disease, indeed…
That is the truth!