Cinema
The Human Eye, too, needs feeding,
The Screen, too, not Textbooks reading;
Things that translate into Thriller
Or-does it matter? – Time Filler
I myself would itch for Horror
And, if I can’t reach one, Terror:
Some eyes do die for The Mafia,
Some for Savages in Raffia.
What we see is Guessed Dilemma
Often waiting in Cinema
But aiming to mirror True Life
And Man serve as his guide in strife…
Later, The Pictures stop to move:
Just legs with vigor to prove;
Sound feet that should have to hurry
To catch some impatient lorry…
But some Ten Feet might not scramble,
Their owners seeming The Humble
Ready to hasty strides forget
And simply slide through Gentle Gate
It Theatre - Goers and A Tunnel
A Body of Water and Funnel.
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