Self-centred celluloid
The action’s outta frame
Tried and practiced formula
The method’s just the same
Limbs n quims n fleshy bits
A fortune to be made
The World’s a stage and at this stage
Desire will be obeyed
Directed to the treasure chest
The producer’s honey pot
When cameras start a-rolling
Who really should be shot?
chris dawson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/observing-art-through-a-slit/
