Title Guide to the Talkies

Start at eight See what you know What have you been through, make a list Now scrap the page Forget what you wrote Writing ain't supposed to be easier, no You've read the news And none of that worked To help you make art you don't hate But someone whispered "The big screen is cool" So let's kill the blues at the talkies today We'll hit the cinema as violence abounds And Joker the Clown spoils the day On my phone there's a photograph or a minute long clip I opt against work to watch this So here you sit in darkness locked in Your art may be richer, but your brain turned to shit I tried the news, and it made me feel sick The Joker took armistice and blew it to bits I once heard it said that a man and his heart Could change if you listened more than spoke But now I'm afraid that my listening days Will end when the credits do roll Don't be alarmed if the chaos on screen Begins to resemble the world as it be You've come this far, and now you should see The uncanny parallels 'tween the talkies and me