The night it rained brilliant screenplays
I was drinking a cup of stylish Yukon,--
Non-dairy creamer, of course,
Because decades of thoughtless ingestion
Has wrought weakness in my genes.
But these scripts, these scripts,
Were the work of unearthly genii,--
Unearthly, I say,
Because they were full of original ideas:
There was not a single buddy cop movie,
No romantic comedies where people
Who supposedly loved each other
Lied to each other just for laughs.
There were no "let's find ourselves" ensemble dramas,
Flimsy vehicles for has-been actresses who can cry and laugh on cue,
With crappy 50's and 60's soundtracks.
There were no disaster flicks, nothing teetering over the edge of belief,
No superhero movies, not even good ones.
And there were definitely no scripts involving
Animals in any way, shape, or form.
And so it rained, but street sweepers rolled by
With burning brooms, I hallucinated swastikas,
And Hollywood reigned supreme.
And our theaters were still clogged with pap.
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Written September 17th, 2003
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LOL... i think they make the same movies over and over again, just with different casting :-)
I'll stick my nose in a book any rainy day...
Enjoyed this... entertaining poem,
~ Wendy -
you are really TOO good at this!!! Hmmm i like this it seems--somehow--very cinversational and that's good about it it's real casual, and it flows nicely there is a lot of truth in this all my respect for this poem!!!!
--"Kate-the-SHrew" -
mmm~~So~~you not only talk to your self~
But you also hallucinate~
Cool~~
But I must say
if this poem is about one of your hallucinations~
I like yours better then mine~
SMILES~~Emma
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