Your cinema seems to be falling apart
yet you still seem to get a herd
a bunch of stupid sycophants
hanging on every word
Always starting up a new drama
a new production for every night
no time for your actors to rehearse
no wonder they can't even play their parts right
The lighting is very poor
the sets are in decay
and yet for you the show must go on
despite what others may say
Ok so you push on for now
but you will not win them all
people will soon forget your plays
when the final curtain falls
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