Hollywood is o.k., that know I,
But where did it come from Bollywood,
Which hate I most,
Again came it the broken word,
Imitative and derivative,
Tollywood and Pollywood?
Friend, make not so many woods
As the forests already destroyed and deserted,
What shall we with the photos,
As everyone a hero in the goggles
And everyone a heroine,
In the dark sunglasses, golden wrist watch and smiles,
Just call in a photographer to take the snaps?
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