Integrity is gone and lost in the wind,
Rip down posters, get them binned.
Puppet faces grace a TV screen,
Idolatry under the white light beam.
Sold souls in blood, the red carpet,
Who's a casting couch's next target?
Pedro Pascal is in everything but does he really sell?
Bent over for which studio exec, go on tell us, well?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2026 02:33
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Comments2
A harsh attack at suspected abuse in the selection process. Nicely worded in rhyme. Well done Shaun
Thank you (:
My pleasure
Ohhh, we not got time for their antics! lol.
Haha facts!
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