So Double-Double-Toil-and-Stubble
takes the stage to assure the Academy
that he won't be egregious
acknowledging with record-setting windbaggery
that it can all go away . . .
His chewing gum thrown into a bath
of lemon and eucalyptus catalysts
begs a raging crisp outlined situation room . . .
uprooting doomed lovers
slumpingly caressing each scene
at the ruins of Ramesses II . . .
The red carpet frayed . . .
Acceptance speeches vaporized . . .
You too seem unsure of your lines
which regrettably is not all that uncommon
in these days of AI scripting
with writers and editors and influencers
tripping over one another
to comply with those signing their per diems . . .
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