Cinema Noir Poem by Alfred Barna

I don't care about the third world dregs
I just want to empty frat party kegs
I don't want to have to go outside
I have my X-box to entertain my brain
Graphic violence and suicide
But there's always a life to regain
Through the PC they deliver to my door
After all that's what the hired help is for
I make the millions by trawling cyberspace
Looking for your secret fantasies
I don't have to know you, can't see your face
But I can create your realities
We're all content ya ya ya
Cinema noir

Killing, thrilling, chilling, oh who out there is truly unwilling
Bashing, crashing, flashing, Ah, so much for the cashing
Selling, telling, felon, Oh those taboo orchids we're smelling
Dragging us under
Dragging us down
It's no wonder
No one's around
Bite the hand that is so eager to feed you
You know the one that is delighted to bleed you
We're all laughing Ha Ha Ha
Cinema noir

Here I go into another world
The restless velvet mistress with the satin pearl
Dancing on the level with the devil
The pitter-patter of rancid rain
Oh those dirty deeds within which we revel
All slowly driving us insane
No need to socialize I have friends on-line
They are talking to me in double time
With Bells and whistles, and smiley faces
Why should I feel unhappy inside?
Can't you see that I'm going places?
I've strung the rope for suicide
We're all happy la la la
Cinema noir