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Hassusta (?) ajatuksesta melko nopeasti syntynyt lyriikanpätkä. Sopisi vaikkapa räpäytettäväksi, vaikka melko lyhyt onkin.
 
CINEMA VERITE
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I count days, hours, minutes, seconds and frames –
Yet the movie tonight seems to have no end in sight.
Will the vilified villains go up in kerosene flames,
And the steroid-pumping action hero rescue the leading dame?
 
The director’s cut is too deep!
The angle of the camera - too steep!
 
This dogma exceeds that of Lars von Trier –
And I’m terribly sorry it doesn’t have Pam Greer –
The casting agency went lost like boyz ‘n the hood,
And came back with a troupe last used by Ed Wood:
 
Tor, Vampira, Bela and all –
A veritable cast for a monsters’ ball!
This gang of four, or more – I’m unsure and my maths head is sore –
Will make my nightmare even cruder.
All it needs is that good old Freddy Kruger.
Halle and Billy-Bob can as well go pick berries:
Jack Skellington we want and the rest of his nightmerries!
 
The trailer of my movie is a caravan besieged
By indians from Hollywood that Johnny Wayne – it’s alleged –
Just shot and stabbed and hacked and slashed ‘til
No noble brutal redskin drew breath, but grew pale
(though one Brave remained, outcast for his past,
and gravely stained he put his life for sale.)
 
I do not know if another dawn will thaw or mend
This raw scenery – for it does portend
Another round of an odd Lynchian game
That would make even Pasolini look tame.