Quentin Tarantino Poem by cheryl davis miller

Quentin Tarantino,
what's the matter with you?
Tell me what is that
makes you do what you do.

You make 'would be' movies
with no reason or rhyme.
None that have a moral;
only glorify crime.

Your soul is so twisted
it's effected your face.
Now you're out mouthing off
it's a total disgrace.

Laying blame on the ones
who protect us each day.
Who's the idiot that's
telling you what to say?

No truth in your words and
no facts can you provide.
Just running your mouth on
the false accusers side.

You need to go home ask
your family to forgive,
Next time you call for help
then maybe you will live.

GROW UP QUENTIN

cdm 11/5/15