On the Lot, my film making dreams come true
I speak to my crew swiftly
Man the lights!
Actors know your lines
The Time! has come
Action! I scream
Horrible, horrible!
Cut!
From the top
Days pass
Then weeks
Months
At last my masterpiece is made
It is sure to be a hit at the boxoffice
Ah! Miserable death you fail me
Rubert thumbs down, is he mad?
Then I dissolve into more scripts
I present new actors
And begin the whole saga again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a nice one as it shows the struggles film makers have-if its not lack of funding its the competition