julien donkey-boy review 1999

it isn't fair to say this isn't a fair representation,

and although the ripples of his mind are sharply defined,

i know. sometimes you put on a flick just to "unwind"

and not to unpack a bottomdweller's oedipal bind.

but lo! the patriarch's gutter poetics are well refined,

and the minotaur eats cigarettes, tho the deaf declined,

and it's all cut like perseus, that is, you'll go blind

if you look too close. so think less, get reclined,

see the grain of the tape in celluloid enshrined,

it's all make believe, after all, so please rewind.

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