A new light in Hollywood, was switched on in nineteen ten,
In Old California; new hope was born; for the world of men,
where in Sunset Boulevard, their fantasies could be real,
in a land of opportunity, if they made the right deal.
When the wars were looming, it was a tool to frighten,
to ensure that the land of the free, remained lightened,
a spirit made in technicolour, laughed against the fear,
to keep calm and carry on, to return to life’s cheer.
Then a golden age swept in, to give us familiar faces,
viewers felt as if they knew them, from different places,
thus, it was bound to happen, the stars became significant,
then came forth the birth of a most frustrating syndicate.
The work of the screen was poisoned, by those lucky few,
who had the lolly the splash out, to rig an interview,
repeats of the same stories, decayed before our eyes,
these aesthetically beautiful people, with their fingers in the pies.
So, the viewers sook elsewhere, to get their eyeful fix,
it’s too pricy for a cinema seat, so switch on Netflix,
for boxsets are more immersive, than the crap on the silver screen,
seems a long while, since Hollywood’s rendition, of the American dream.
The toxicity now increases, with egos the size of planets,
audiences get to watch home videos, that are so full of damage,
such as, a so called fresh prince, becoming very stale,
or perhaps yesterday’s starlet, turning into today’s whale.
Thus, the light of Hollywood, is now something ferocious,
that’s been brought about by actions, that are so atrocious,
the people, day by day, fall out of love with watching,
a thing that was supposed to be, something so very touching.
Therefore, I have no alternative, but to say these words,
for I too; cry like you, about this problem, absurd,
there’s a wildfire in Hollywood, that needs to be controlled,
but most likely, the hate will remain, as it’s ran by a team of trolls.