Tuesday, July 21, 2015


...by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

Death of Hollywood
I foresee in near future
When Uh-oh breaks in
Capturing every frame
Of a dream, unscripted
Uncasted motion picture
With no lights, screenplay
Or a Director’s shout “Action!”
Box-office hit for mass sales
What becomes of the Awards?
Who walks red carpets for paparazzi?
Show off designer clothes
Exposing cleavages, reveals
Fake on earth, a star in heaven
Commoners in rags might smile
Whose Nightmare wins
11 Oscars, 7 Baftas plus mo’
Showered with endorsements
Who knows what tomorrow holds?
Possible, untouchables be valued
Thought talentless, yet with best dreams
Big time budgets fed on vain vanity
Soon to be rested by mere dreams.

(c)2015 tijjani m. m.
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