That's right, I said it
And I don't regret it
It's a crock of crap
Giving humans a bad rap
The fact that it exists
Is why the aliens don't visit

All It does is point out
The flaws that you
Really don't even have
And even if those quirks you did
Possess then you should iron them out
Not waste your time on excess

And here's another thing
That I don't get
Ladies why would you ask other women
For advice about men?
I'm gonna give you the 4 things you truly need to keep him in your life.
That 50 ways to please your man list is crap
Here if is for all you future wives


1. Bring more than just your body to the table
2. Communication is key, so always be honest about problems as you are able
3. Think outside of the box when it comes to ***
4. Be honest with both yourself and him, and that's how you keep a man

To my lost love
I hope that you know
That when you had to leave
A part of me got up to go

Your honey brown hair
Yout golden smile
That cute laugh you have
Plays in my head once in awhile

To my lost love
I pray that all is well
I hope no one ever makes you cry
I'd hate to see those blue eyes swell

Although it wasn't too be between us
I know you'll be alright
To My lost love
I still think about you late at night

Don't you hate it when your train of thought is moving consistently and then something derails it?
Another idea or just a random thought pops into your head and displaces
Your concentration, this happens all too often now
With technology improving attention span goes down

and the more it goes down
the less kids play outside
and the less homework gets done

So as the sun sets all I can say is
Distractions are constant but attention you can afford to pay

you just gotta learn what you're paying to
and if the cause is really worth it because
the time you got on this here planet
is all you've got

So I landed my dream job
Interning at a TV station
I was there for about a good two weeks
Before I ended up in this situation

I was cleaning off the cameras
When the news lady asked for my name
Jean  she said hers was
I replied with mine and she so nicely
Welcomed me in, deadening my nervous buzz.

Anyway one Friday nighy
I was helping close down that day
As I turned off the cameras
I noticed robin In her office, with a strange look on her face

We locked eyes for a brief moment, and I realized what was creating that look on her face
Her hands were underneath her desk, a triangle they slowly traced

I caught myself and tried to refocus on my job
But blood began to rush south
I tried to think with my head instead of my ****
But suddenly i heard my name called out.

I walked tentatively inside the office, naturally very shy,
She ripped my jeans off and pushed me onto her desk
And my C_ck she began to ride

After 20 minutes of relentless ***
She said she needed to get over her ex
I got up and put my clothes on
She said she'd get me a permanent job here
As long as I kept ******* her, "come on." she said, "it'll be fun"

Im laughing
when you say that your hair is a mess
Im laughing
when you say you never look your best

Why am i laughing you ask as anger fills your chest?

Im laughing because i see the unique spirit behind your eyes
im laughing because to your own beauty you seem to be blind
Im laughing because you're so **** beautiful, both inside and out

I find it funny that you think your so plain, because that isnt by any stretch of the imagination true, without a doubt

Hey Santa,  I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage

But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns

I wish you were here
With me
Spiritually
Physically
Mentally
I just wish you were here
Naked emotionally
Baring your soul along with mine
I wish you were here
So beautiful
So divine
I wish you were here
So you could be mine

If i still had passion id spend more than a healthy amount of time trying to figure the possibility of us out
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt

If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.

-Noir

What's weird?
I don't understand  the concept
I thought it was paramount to be yourself
I thought it would be normal to be your own creature
Even if doing that didn't necessarily equate to obtaining massive wealth
Please explain to me what being weird is?

I thought being an individual person was how we stopped being cookie cutter humans like we were put together on an assembly line
It's fine that we are different and split apart


So what's weird about that?

You ever make contact with someone
And you can already picture them bent over the sink lavishing in lust that's wanton?
Eye see that eye *** is a real problem
And one quite frankly I don't plan to solve Umm it's like window shopping, most people want what they cannot have
So it's sometimes very thrilling to mentally reach out and grab
That stranger on a train, or that beautiful attendant on the plane
And jump into that bathroom and **** until you've both gone insane

"Of all the Charlie brown's, you're the Charlie Browniest"
Anybody remember that quote?
You know from the Charlie Brown christmas special
I think lucy said that after he Brought in that tree that was broken down and busted

Well, I'm thinking christmas is kinda about that tree,
It was broken down and puny,  but there was beauty in its simplicity

If i asked you to do me a favor
and let me hold you gently, because
you're simply an amazing beauty,
could you tear down the walls you built around
your fragile spirit, and let me?

If i wanted to be your personal stuffed animal
and listen to you spill all your secrets
and dry your tears up whenever tears fall
out of those lovely grey eyes,
could you open yourself up to me?
Honestly?

Einhander.
One hand in German
As a reference two a one handed sword
But said sword falls before the might of the pen
My friend,  the pen truly is the mightiest weapon on this earth.
You could end careers and start up new ones, all in how you arrange your words
So poets, remember to use the pen with cadence and care
For though a wound from av sword may heal, the writing will always be there

Could we dance in the moonlight
Drunken loons high off of life
Wouldn't that be nice
To let go of inhibitions
To let those connections we thought were dead
To let those evil little ghosts out if my head

Can we simply be one
Love, one person one unified front
Pursuing the same goals
We were divided like sheep, and mares and foals
Being as one should be humanities relationship goals.

So could we stop letting everything but the kitchen sink divide us
Can we please stop trying so hard only
to let life deride us

I guess you're right
And there's, nothing anyone can do about it
I can no longer doubt it
I'm a poet.
A conveyer of feelings through the written word.
Who helps others heal their pain by revisiting old hurts
It's a strange occupation
And interesting conversation to have
So when people ask me,  Nero, what are you?
I can say that I'm many things.
Insecure, unsafe, lost, fearful of my own future
Disabled, confused, alone, and wounded beyond suture.

But above all else, I AM A POET

You ever see those cheesy comic strips?
You know the ones with those two little bug eyed kids?
Oh come on the ones with the caption "love is? "


I've had quite a few ideas for those cute little strips
So straight from my twisted head,  here's Nero's idea of what love is.

Love is when you find that special girl or guy,
That you hate a little less than everybody else you pass by

Love is finding somebody to go eat a pizza with and talk crap about the ugly delivery guy with
Love is when netflix and chill means netflix and chill, but enough of this romantic tish

Shout out to the outcasts
Your individuality will outlast
Shout out to the mediocre ones
You have talent but you don't feel good enough
Stay with it love, develop your craft and grow into the best
Here's to the underdogs,
The ones who feel they don't belong,
And for so long have been hiding away and starting to decay,
Don't settle for the nutshell and say it's just as well,
Rise higher than the tree wild and free,
They don't know who you really are don't let them take it too far,

I've seen a red door ,
I have to paint it black
I've busted at the seams
My minds begun to crack

I'm moving along,
Like a rolling Stone
Gathering no Moss on any side
Just moving on, wandering alone

It's funny how a rock can gather so much steam
Rolling down a steep hill into the stream
I guess it's true, when you're by yourself you can only focus on what's ahead

I'm sick
I've got the flu
so I let the cat outta the bag
I'm feeling bad,
so forgive my lack of lyrical display
it's caused me lots of dismay
So please find it in your hearts to forgive me today
I'll be poetic again when I'm better, trust me :)

The most valuable resource that we possess is time
And I'm so very glad I developed a love for wiring together words that rhyme
Because making that investment of minutes of your life
Can be so impactful to somebody who needs it,  we poets sometimes don't realize
The power that comes with words,  whether spoken or written
We created something,  we brought it into existence

I'm thankful for this rain to provide inspiration
I'm thankful for the clouds pointing to my destination
I'm thankful for family even though we get on each other's nerves
I'm thankful for language so I can put together this verse

I'm thankful for gratuitous consumerism because With it our economy thrives
 I'm thankful that I'm under covers and warm when so many have to sleep outside.

But most of all I'm thankful for my poetic family

Seriously you guys are awesome and mean a lot to me

You stabbed a Dagger in me
like chelsea
karma I guess paying me back
because thinking like this is
unhealthy

People always post goals for relationships
without knowing how to adjust to committed life
Ladies and guys keeping assuming that it won't work out
crashing  the plane before it can fly

Don't read this
I warn you
You might be able to relate too well to this

Huh still here are you
Alright I guess I'll have to go on then
My friend, my advice is simple

Never date a poet

Unless you want to be endlessly romanticized
To be able too see nothing but a torn form of affection for you and writing in the eyes

If you don't want the burden of being a never ceasing muse
Being paired with someone who's hearts taken all kinds of abuse

And if you abhor not talking, but constant wordings about what's truly on the brain
Then for the love of God don't do it,  it'll drive you insane

So please, unless you want these things and aren't afraid to show it.

Then don't,  Just don't date a poet

I spent days trying to write this down
It took me awhile, believe me
It was constantly haunting the space beneath my skull's crown

I've been whispering a prayer
For this absorbed anxiousness to finally come to a screaming end
Hoping and wishing to finally see what's behind my life's next bend

I'm whispering a prayer
To finally understand what some of these thoughts and dreams I can't explain to anybody

I'm whispering a prayer
For everybody that's gone in a senseless
Flurry of bloodshed
May those spirits find peace in their final rest

Belle is a scarred girl, shes been hurt and bruised by this cold cruel world.
Now, She left me, so if she got my attention then the ball's in my court, so to speak
I don't think she would even consider wanting me back though, so maybe i needed to be alone again i think.

So the day after she left, i walked to work, as per usually
I stopped in the guitar shop to play on my next investment, a lovely Candy Red Ibanez Jem you see.
I sat in the shop for a good few hours, letting my heartbreak out through flat strings that were starting to sound sour.
I got up and saw someone beautiful having some trouble at the counter.

Belle

belle laid beside me, exhausted we both were after she finished riding me
she took a drag of the menthol again, she always did.
"You can't keep ******* and going like this"
You really want me to, flaws that you know and abhor to commit?"
"yes, you may not be perfect but you treat me with respect, which is more than what everybody else taught me to expect."
"But just yesterday you snapped at me for botching something nice."
“Yeah i Jump down your throat a lot, so to your ego apply cold ice"

Belle is a nice lady, but she’s got a very messed up past
she’s been cheated on, broken hearted, and been dropped on her ***
but she’s got a good soul, but her sense of affection’s gone cold
but you can still se that desire for happiness in her eyes

i guess you could say i won the nobelle prize?
She left last night, said i couldn’t be assed to commit,
so she took her stuff and split.
****… i guess belle is gone,
well, she jumped downn my throat a lot, so maybe there’s a blessing in the storm

I haven't written spoken in so long it's like my head is floating on onto a different rainbow, but hey though my Amiga echo is back again and my friend I have a simple question As a lovely young woman who is deaf can you shake away any misconceptions?

Fo sho my amigo, all I can say is, deaf can, deaf can, there was a time I was language deficient, now no longer, though there's only one word not in my vocabulary, is that deaf can't deaf can't yo
Nice

if I choose to have can't in my vocabulary I've lost the war against myself, and next thing you know I'm just another disabled lady working in a grocery store
I gotta be me, how can I let myself down by letting just one word creep in, I ain't that lady, I know because I don't wanna be, a mail carrier maybe but I gotta want it, I gotta know what I wanna be and let that be my dream

there ain't no other answer, i gotta face it, just like people asking about sign language, sure it's beautiful but it's just a language, it's a part of me i can't unsee, is it easy well it's all i know and what makes sense to me, it flows from my hands easy as abc's and 123's, elementary my dear watson of course it is, elementary, my dear friend, now go practice it
thats a beautiful way to put it, shutting it down like jay-z did on the blueprint, thank you miss Radner for your time and rhythmic rhyme, now lets go put those outdated misconceptions to rest because although some see epilepsy and deafness as curses, secretly we're blessed

yeah, blessed because we know he truth, discrimination ***** but ignorance ***** more, you gotta keep your mind open and lend your hearts to others cuz ya know though we may act different we all feel the same and what we feel is lonely and hurt and that gotta end, will it be you my friend?

I'd like to thank eveybody for their time,
as we conduct this interview in rhyme.
If you have a disability such as mine,
Everybody wants to pry into your mind.
So in this piece im going to address,
all the questions im asked, i intend to put that to rest.
But i can't do this alone, i require some help
Bluestar , thank you so much for providing assistance
Yes thanks, ladies and gentleman, here we go,
What we have here is a fine young specimen,
A young age male with a disability no one knows,
And what is it, you ask?
Why, I don't mind if I do begin to explain him
Epilepsy, that's what it is,
It's what he's got inside
And before you start to ask, no it's not a mental disorder
Do you want to hear the facts or think the fiction, you have to decide
Shall i dispense with the facts?
Hmm with the mighty sword of knowledge ignorance i shall attack!
Epilepsy is a neurological disorder,
It causes me to be prone to seizures.
Not the kind that causes the removal of property,
But occasionally my brain will fry, and my body go crazy,
Like a vampire exposed to holy ether
But don't worry, he's not going to die,
If you're with him when it happens you cannot run and hide
He'll need you to support him, to make sure he's okay
Make sure things are out of his reach and do not force him to obey
In conclusion dear friends, im just like you,
I may have neruological quirks, but im still Neroamee Alucard,
Not some show at the zoo,
So if you know somebody, with any form of fault or disability,
Dont patronize or be overbearing,
Just make allowances for their need

I can see those wings
how playfully they hide
as the feathers fall gingerly down
coming to rest at your side

You tried to hide your halo
flipped it out of sight
but your eyes gave away a pureness
a never ceasing, beautiful light

although you may be bound to this earth
cold concrete and cruel
you my dear truly are an angel
a blessing through and through

Sitting in my home
The power hasn't gone dead
I'm writing in a storm
Letting the wind carry thoughts from my heart
Up the spine down to my pen

Thoughts like... You and I snuggled together our bodies United against the cold or more accurately, me sitting on this couch alone, playing a video game that's old

Or wondering what it would be like if Zelda went cyberpunk or if banjo kazooie was an rpg,
Or if pokemon was a platformer, these weird daydreams interest me

Too many ideas
Not enough pages for me,
You see my head is clogged like
A beat up old rusty pipe
My mind can't focus on one idea long enough
To polish and refine it like a diamond in the rough

It's tough to be a poet, you see
The peaks are as high as mount  Everest
And the valleys lower than the dead sea
So your head and heart will never rest

A feathered knight
Clad in windy armour
A tornado as a weapon
Eyes are cold and grey
Emotionally, and difficulty is deceptive
Storm Eagle, you fly above the teary eyed clouds

Fly on Eagle, Fly on

So i read a book
Can you guess the name?
V for Vendetta
This title's to blame
For this anarchic writing
In my head, not the wall
I'd just like to know,
How far, as humans we can fall
Not much from reality
I was stolen by fate
Writing of mortality
Making my head ache
Taking drugs as aspirins
Figuring out what living means
Stolen by Fate and triggered by time
It's ****** up like a pink truck and slithering into my sick mind
A painted red soul ran afoul of God forbid individuality
Only to have your mind crushed by reality
No im not going in
I refuse to think of timing and pain
Left home as a better writer to leave the game
Putting guns to my head
Thinking im mislead
Being a fool and too selfish
To realise im sane
Remember remember
The fifth of November
The day the voices began to plot
I see know reason why high
Mental treason should ever be forgot
So now walk with me
Ill make you all see
That circles are redder than triangles
As the sea of memories tangles

You'll have to forgive my lack of rhyme, honestly there hasn't been much on my mind but by digging into my past i'm positive ill find something worth putting into rhyme
So i'm gonna guess and say that, dear reader, you're new to poetry and you may wonder what writing these strange thoughts down will do for me, you see poets tend to reopen old wounds, you may think its crazy but its as normal to us as lunch at noon
So intentionally scabbing ourselves is par for the course,
so why, oh why is the pain we feel still like a brillo pad, very coarse?
well basically although  to you were insane, but to us expressing our feelings and pain, is our claim to fame

I want you
this lust is eating me alive
I want to drink your body in
because you send chills up my spine

I want you
So bad i can barely stand up
is taking a lot of self restraint
to stop myself from burying my face in your womanly cup

I want you
you're such a tease biting your lip
getting everybody excited with ease
its so scintillating how your hourglass figure is so titillating


I want you.....
but you're on an adult website!

Miss independent
So beautiful, so fly
You say you don't need anybody?
We all know that's a lie

We respect what you bring
To the table,
You took the initiative to support and provide for yourself, because you can will and are able

But girl, don't assume that a man with limited finances isn't worth your time
He may not have a jet, three cars, but he's willing to invest his time

He may not be Bill gates, making billions everyday
But If he goes out if his way to make you happy
You'd be dumb not to let him stay

So miss independent
Before you say that men are worthless, shiftless and not worth the time
Stop listening to your bitter single friends, and try to change your state of mind

I usually don't put the church in my verse so to that end I'll bend over backwards abd try not to curse, lest I end up in the back of a hearse
Now I'm not a bible specialist but somewhere in there it said "Come as you are, without Pretense"
And I've been battling judging eyes and subtle remarks from the older guard at my church so forgive me if I seem mentally spent

Come as you are

Come as you are means enter into the house without mental prison bars
So stop giving me that kinda shade throwing eye and try to empathize
If I was running late one day and wore my favorite hoody that Sunday (it's oversized) instead of a three piece suit I don't feel comfortable in one and I look ugly in one anyway to boot.


Come as you are

Now this sounds like a minor issue to address but every time I'm there my family has to throw a comment on how I don't look my best
And now I take bows after events I announce with a judgement proof vest,
So let me grow, I'm doing my best

Come as you are

Lil ghetto boy
There's more to the world than the hood
There's places to play besides a broken down park
There's places where it's safe to go out in the dark
You can do anything on this earth
You can change the world forever

Lil Ghetto boy
There's more to read than reports of everybody getting shot
You shouldn't need to throw up a set to walk safely around, you should not
Don't let your beginning determine your end
Lil Ghetto boy, you have me as a friend

Lust
Im drunk off of your body
and my hormones
I keep imagining us laying in bed
together, us growing more aroused
our bodies heated, the passion increasing
with every ******, and wanton moan
Us kissing each other like lovers
and ******* each other like insane rabbits, every minute more
passionate than the last
Me letting you ride me like a motorcycle, caressing and grabbing your tight a$$

I'm sorry I'm eccentric
I'm sorry for my strange aesthetic
I'm sorry that I'm a fan of Jimi Hendrix
I'm sorry that all my hobbies to you don't seem worthwhile
I'm sorry that my oddities seem to make you hostile

I'm sorry that I'm a different person than what you planned me to be
Blame fate, don't blame me

I'll start this off  I'm lost, I'm misplaced in space  My head is wandering through the clouds  And my suspicious subconscious is trapped on a rainbow... heroes reborn left me in the dust, still feeling like theres no one to trust, the loner and the outsider, i claim myself as the storm rider...Every planet I've reached is done, dead... Finished and completed  I'm picking up my great sword and resuming wandering journey to nowhere... Not traveling over seas of the undead I'm here I'm exposed, the book that will never be read. I'm no stone I just wear a crown  No flesh no blood no bone  Just selfishness in silence, No sound... I fought my demons and they still Chase me  I've destroyed those monsters that drove me crazy... as the insanity of bloodshed runs through my veins, i lose all composure that seems to remain, red eyes, faint cries, i settle into my lucid demise... I'm sick of being the one with blue eyes I'm not the meaning of dust  I'm not the symbol of the skies I'm the only one that's disgusted By the living injustice...

Is it weird that my hero
Is found in actual comics?
Gambit, the raging cajun is my hero
Much like a mathematicians is Zero

He's operated on both sides of the law
And he had caused horrible catastrophes
And owned up to his flaws
That and come on, The Kinetic Cards are just outright cool
And I can never get tired of the character, even when he's being a tool

So Gambit is my hero
I'm a comic Geek I'm proud to admit
At least I owned up to my nerdy habits
That as a kid made my mom's wallet split

Excuse me please
it seems that I've forgotten something
important, my memory is very distorted
it would seem as though I've forgotten how to love.
I can't remember what it's like to give affection and to make a mental investment
into somebody else to go for that special person when you know you need help.
to give hugs when they cry and kisses during a great day of laughs.

could you remind me how to do that?

I have my own thoughts and feelings,
I'm human, remember?

I have desires and needs too
I'm human, remember?

I have dislikes and likes as well
I'm human, remember?

I have emotions with considering too
I'm human, remember?

I have a beating heart and a sound mind
I make mistakes and sometimes I'm unkind
I have strengths and weaknesses
I've cried, laughed, and been struck speechless

I'm human, remember?

I don't know why this popped into my head
Don't blame me I'm just doing what my pencil said
Every meadow in life I seem to reach is dead,

Why?

Why do my personality quirks have to be ironed out?
Why is all the stuff I like considered ******* and tossed out?
Why does everybody have an opinion about my life?

Why do you try Brandon what could you hope to gain?
I honestly don't know the answer to that question anymore
Mom I love you but there's only so much I'm able to endure

So you want to know why I spend so much time with dad?
It's because he never judged me for quirks and flaws that I have
We do things we mutually have an interest in
Whether it's going to be guitar shops or staying and chilling like villains

You mean well, I know but you always force your ideas of perfection down my throat
With no time to digest them my personality chokes
And I hate that I become so liberated
When over the weekend you and I are separated
It hurts me to even write this, honestly it does

Me not wanting to do something to you is like an affront to the above,
I do believe in God, you've known that for all my days,
Do I not express my faith enough to you?
Would that brighten your days?
Well ill end this now, and possibly go cry,
I'm not sure what caused this rift, or better yet why
But I love you mom, just let me be me.
Whether it's showing up to church on a Wednesday evening,
Or playing guitar wearing my gloves and jeans

Stop placing a mask over your feelings keep trying to break the glass ceiling you've placed on your dreams
It seems as if your harsh criticism has locked your thoughts down in a dream bending prism turning them into broken thoughts and shattered ideas the tears of your subconscious are clogging your brain stem
So be honest with yourself and them

Stop the masquerade

Oh she totally deserves it!
Totally!
She totally deserved getting slammed to the ground 
For no reason! It was simply slam a random student season!
Oh she was black too! That makes it even better!
It just makes her bashing by all of the media and people saying she acted out and needed to get slammed justifiable


It's not like technology or human decency is... Ya know... Unreliable

Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?

Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly

First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?

Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with

Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds

I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact

You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault

Let's face it
I'm probably never, no I know I'll never
Have kids
But I know this much, I've seen a lot of things on social media that are making the ends of my hair split.
So from this spoken word I spit I'll give you a list of what I've learned in life not to do with kids.

1. Fear and respect are two different things, take time to connect And don't pry for information and they'll open up, it's a reward patience brings.

2. Someone once said your offspring are your own parents payback, learn their strengths and weaknesses and aid where they lack.

3. The greatest question among parents, does spanking really work?
It varies from child to child, so no one really knows on this earth.
However I will say that there's always such a thing as going too far.
If your child ends up in a hospital because of your tempestuous outburst, you deserve branding with a hot iron bar.

4. If your child has special needs, do your research and plant self confidence based seeds.

Well that's my list, did I miss anything out please add more,
Like I said, I'll probably never have kids, but you never know what life has in store

Sit in your seats
You got popcorn right?
So reelman, please start the show
Or we'll be waiting all night
The reels start to spin
The images begin
To light up the giant wall
All of our eyes have focused upon
The illusory art of visual storytelling
That has gained so much admiration
From millions (and millions) across the nations
You can have your Netflix
You couldn't **** the radio station
And even though the industry's saturation
Has long since tainted the silver screens reputation
Some magic and memories from tinseltown are still created
And their impressions cannot be duplicated