...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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