The Last Video Shop. - Poem by Michael Walker
My city used to have video rental shops
dotted around the suburbs of escapism,
though for some time there has been just one,
which closed its doors last week;
doors which will never open again.
Video Ezy offered a sky of choices
from classic to comedy, romance to rock,
old one-week rentals to recent releases,
DVD to Blu-ray, it didn't matter to me.
I had bought a few movies off the shelf
which I thought better than cinema myself.
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