Cinema

On the screen a blur of random, ugly scenes.
In my head a swarm of equally random, broken schemes.
A blond man's played by an actor from Congo,
He got the part because the producer pulled the right strings.

The hero mumbles like his mouth is full of bread
Or maybe mashed potatoes stuck inside his head.
It's a trendy new style of acting speech, they said,
Modern directors love it leave the meaning dead.

Your movies, gentlemen, I can't stand the view.
Your books - I'd shred them, there's nothing to pursue.
Your music - Zimmer marching like a cheap cartoon.
Your theater - naked idiots dancing to the tune.

Our hero's helped by a lesbian single mother,
Crippled, half her brain missing, still has time to bother.
She lectures on minority rights, a slurring, broken mess,
All the crap the screenwriter scribbled on a drug-induced guess.

A good cop, a bad cop they fight and talk,
A doctor diagnoses from a photo of a baby toe for fuck's sake.
This whole brave team stands against the invasion from Aldebaran, make no mistake,
Led by a junior deputy chief stable boy who stole a rocket for heaven's sake.

Your movies, gentlemen, I can't stand the view.
Your books - I'd shred them, there's nothing to pursue.
Your music - Zimmer marching like a cheap cartoon.
Your theater - naked idiots dancing to the tune.

Half the planet lies in ruins, ash and flame.
The other half erased, no city, no name.
Through the rubble, heroes walk to an organ's groan,
Talking in tears about their childhood, their first broken bone.

The finale - an epic battle with the deputy stable boy gone bad.
All die in laser fire, drown in an ocean of beer sad.
Only the blond African survives, he looks at a photo of the doctor's toe,
And the credits roll. Silence. No one claps. Only snow begins to fall.

Your movies, gentlemen, I can't stand the view.
Your books - I'd shred them, there's nothing to pursue.
Your music - Zimmer marching like a cheap cartoon.
Your theater - naked idiots dancing to the tune.

After the credits - not a soul is left in there.
One and a half spectators came, that's all, I swear.
Plus one couple in the back, they don't count at all,
Two hours kissing, not watching, they missed the whole brawl.

Coming soon the new melodrama: "Thermos and Cup" —
From the creators of the hit "Tights and Shirt" - stand up.
The ads promise something tearful - a bourgeois love affair —
With a teapot and a cup - a perfect pair.

Your movies, gentlemen, I can't stand the view.
Your books - I'd shred them, there's nothing to pursue.
Your music - Zimmer marching like a cheap cartoon.
Your theater - naked idiots dancing to the tune.

Your movies, gentlemen, I can't stand the view.
Your books - I'd shred them, there's nothing to pursue.
Your music - Zimmer marching like a cheap cartoon.
Your theater - naked idiots dancing to the tune.

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