And movies as well.
But without them,
My life would be a living hell.
From red haired devil that sings
To movie direction,
But when do I ask
This internal question?
What would the world be
Without lyrics to a song
And an actor forgot his lines?
It would be wrong.
I hate to know
If you disagree,
Without a murder
To a third degree.
The inspiration you will find
In this poem you read.
To find a happiness
Or anger turned red.
This is the end,
Tell to you something to know...
That this isn't what you don't expect,
That you made a new foe.