Let's see you make a film you pompous shit
You write as if you know a thing or two
I'll send my half-dressed niece to sit thru it
Then put my soul in to it's bad review
I'll say you disappoint me yet again
This tawdry piece of work is not his best
Not like the classic stuff he made back when
They didn't know him though I was obsessed
Did life's unfair obstructions hold you back
And this is your short-cut - to knock me down?
Who cares about the privilege you lack?
Use all the energies in which you drown
Creating isn't "Am I loved or not?"
It's more like dropping turds into the pot