At screen time
there’s a lot o’ dreck.
What’s not fine: extended ad whines—
such a lot o’ dreck.
For ticket-buying,
spend a pile
on a lot o’ dreck.
True panache so much of it lacks
such a lot o’ dreck.
Dreck keeps flying;

they’re plying cinema junk,
cinema junk—why’s so much on?
So much cinema junk.
Cinema junk—why’s so much spawned…?

Ars gratia artis.
That’s now nil.
Where went ars gratia artis?
It’s been killed, so it’s nil.

But dough’s
made on this dreck.
Though scripts are thin, dough’s raked in
for much of this dreck.
So they keep plying.
More and more
they’re making dreck.
So much crap rakes in cash…
profits in dreck
from ticket buying.

Throngs buying cinema junk,
cinema junk goes on and on.
So much cinema junk.
Cinema junk—so much is spawned.

Ars gratia artis,
adieu….