My 1st On The 3rd Class Movie House Poem by jekyll hyde

My 1st On The 3rd Class Movie House



urine, saliva, water leaking from a pipe
enjoying the view at the deluxe
where the movie shown 20 years ago
is shown again

the characters are obscure from the 80s
but the scene i have already pictured
rebels carrying the captured women
to be their slaves

but the shadows in the peripheral are stirring
roaming every sections and rows
the multiplicity of favors asked
from the watchers inside

then you came quiet as a lamb to me
agreeing without compunction
provided the relief money is delivered to your hands
and now you kneel thanking me

and sit to where i sit
i cant see the movie now
because the release is too good
to be true in you...

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