Come one, come all
but it’s best if you’re tall
& don’t forget thin;
it’s how you slip in
to the nests & dens
of the biggest pens,
that write lines & checks
for plots of guns & ***,
no doubt, “the best”—
“and 3D too!”
they shout from the box
as the lines wind round
the corners & blocks
of cities & towns,
whose citizens murmur
with furrowed brows
about the gimmicks & tricks
used by mile-high cliques
‘til the projector squeals
& burns off the reels
from the latest dump of
Hollywood’s flicks.