chris dawson - Observing art through a slit

Self-centred celluloid
The action’s outta frame
Tried and practiced formula
The method’s just the same
Limbs n quims n fleshy bits
A fortune to be made
The World’s a stage and at this stage
Desire will be obeyed
Directed to the treasure chest
The producer’s honey pot
When cameras start a-rolling
Who really should be shot?

chris dawson

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