Scripted Movies Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one who has ever earned,
One dollar given to them...
Tucked away,
In their neatly dressed pockets.
Or experienced walking through,
A crowded supermarket.
Done to do to wish,
They could select from stocked shelves...
Items to pay for just to make a sandwich.
Will never know the emptiness...
Of fear to hear it.
Heard coming out of the mouth,
Shown by one strutting about.
Instigating to initiate conflict.
To instead face the unknown.
Staring to be dared.
And awaiting for whatever it is,
That comes to them to be thrown.
Since...
This reality to everyday confront it,
Has a different response.
Than fantasies based and built upon,
Produced scripted movies.
Ending with smiling heroes taking bows!
While being applauded,
By one deluded standing to cheer.
As if to be the one depicted,
To be The Emperor Of Combat.
And Ruler Over All Of Creation.
The one on massive shoulders.
Being lifted high above the clouds.

"Sir?
This is just a movie.
Like others you demanded,
Brought to you to see."

-Believe whatever you will.
But this one,
Just happens to be about me.-