In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of movies past
‘Neath the halo of a screen
I turned my collar to the popcorn and coke
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash Top Gun Maverick
That destroyed the Hollywood Agenda
And touched the sound of Nostalgia
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing a movie that voices shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of Wokeness
“Fools”, said I, “You do not know
Great movies give us Joy
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of Theaters
And the people stood and applause
To the great movie was made made
And the fans flashed out its accolades
In the of joy that it forming
And the sign said, “The words of the Fans are written on the Imb and Rotten Tomatoes reviews
In tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of joy
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