They put Tom Holland in Juicy pants and a crop top,
This is the new Spider-Man, shit needs to fucking stop.
Hollywood curses through a screen, aimed at the viewer,
Agendas, algorithms and tick boxes decided via computer.
Are we being programmed by material darkness touched?
With this newer stuff I'm bored, constantly staring at my watch.
Where did the morals, righteousness and growth go, the heroes journey?
Obnoxious characterisations, old cinematic legends left on a gurney.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: July 23rd, 2026 00:37
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