The main character
loses value.
The side one
always dies.
The sequels get worse and worse
built on endless lies.
Hollywood,
Bollywood.
I’m too far gone.
What has the world come to,
this ground I stand on?
Children on drugs,
adults being thugs.
Big men with swords
taking from the weak,
feeding the strong.
It’s all so bleak.
The bird with it’s song,
but a tied beak.
Outside the movies
Beyond the screens
What if the actor’s screams
were real?
To the critics
that would appeal.
But to the rest?
Don’t test
until the day has come.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is one I wrote a little while ago. I have a google doc full of these, and I try to write one on there every day as well as here.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
What fine poetry young lady. You are blessed with a fine talent.
Thank you very much sir!
This poem is beautiful
Thank you!
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