September 10, 2001
The State of the Nation
| And now the studio is torn by strife, and
the dreams aren't coming so fast anymore,
because of a snafu called real life, and a runaway passion for evening the score: The stars are locked in their dressing rooms, and haven't been rehearsing; The director's refusing to talk to the cast, for fear they might ask for his vision; Lighting's threatening to go out on strike, unless someone replaces the camera crew; The propman is drunk and out of nails, so the sets are fastened with glue; A cast of thousands is counting its lines, and demanding more scenery to chew; The writer's obsessed with reworking key scenes, including tomorrow's, and finished ones too; The backers aren't coughing up any more cash, and they've told their lawyers to sue; The stuntmen are saying the catwalk's too high, and won't respond to their cue; The ratings office is screaming for blood, because the script is so shockingly blue; The mayor's attempting to ban camera cranes, which are spoiling the tourists' view; Thanks to budget woes and myopic eyes, the producer hasn't a clue; And like the others he's forgotten that there's work to do, Or else the dreams won't make it, old or new. -- BB, Book of Ways.31.1-30 |