Angela Lansbury, you’ve been muted.
You’re a terrifying real-life detective,
head of the Bureau of Secret Danger.
Remember those pants you found
in the trunk of your car? You need to
pee in the home of orphans, set your
alarm for Saturday. How much time
do you need for showering? Who will
call you the essence of a woman?
Okay, let’s up the ante: It’s time to
take notes. You gotta think big—
you’re known for killer style, baby.
Look at you! Your breezy jeans
and loosely tucked shirt, a hat—
it’s all about the edges of your eyes.