17 The backers aren't coughing up any more cash,
18 And they've told their lawyers to sue;
19 The stuntmen are saying the catwalk's too high,
20 And won't respond to their cue;
21 The ratings office is screaming for blood,
22 Because the script is so shockingly blue;
23 The mayor's attempting to ban camera cranes,
24 Which are spoiling the tourists' view;
25 Thanks to budget woes and myopic eyes,
26 The producer hasn't a clue,
27 And like the others he's forgotten,
28 That there's work to do,
29 Or else the dreams won't make it,
30 Old or new.
CHAPTER 321 Some years ago,
2 Some youngsters though they'd take a hand,
3 And try a new production.
4 They talked a lot about making a stand,
5 And setting things right again.
6 The time was ripe:
7 The plots were old,
8 The script was tripe,
9 The stars were past their prime,
10 And no one had registered a meaningful gripe,
11 In almost fifty years.
12 But if you're planning revolution,
13 You've got to give it some thought,
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14 And know what it is you intend to build,
15 After you've bulldozed the lot.
16 But thinking was too hard to do,
17 And learning was out of the question.
18 So they knocked it all down in a fit of pique,
19 And then quit just as if they'd lost.
20 But maybe they'd won what they really sought,
21 A note from their mother that said they had tried,
22 And were free for the rest of their lives,
23 To let it all slide,
24 And take what they wanted,
25 Now that the builders had died.
26 So at present they live off the fat of a land,
27 Which fades more than a little each day,
28 Sapped by the indolent, selfish hordes,
29 Who plighted their troth to the Boomer Way.
CHAPTER 331 This Boomer Way now speaks for itself,
2 And it is no way at all.
3 We've studied it for quite a while,
4 And thought about it a lot,
5 But no matter how we frame it,
6 We don't believe it makes any sense,
7 At all.
8 We don't believe it makes any sense,
9 To sleep through life,
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