“The Movies” – a poem


Enter the darkness, walk gingerly along
Find a seat in the void,
Feel you belong

A common objective
An experience shared
Action or drama, or horror.

The stench of stale popcorn
The shuffling in seats
The crunching of Nachos
And other vile “treats”

The slurping of syrup
Mass mixed from a goo.
The actor on the big screen
Is he talking to you?

The snogging on back rows
The irritated shushes.
The seats are too hard
You’re in need of a cushion!

PG or 18 who judges
the censor?
Violence or sex or
Too vile to mention.

The movie then ends
They credits they roll
You leave feeling “something”
Now real life takes toll

Real life you must enter,
And leave fantasy behind.
And ponder the value,
Films have on mankind.


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