How much longer am I locked into this?
Rehashing the same old plot lines.
The names stay the same while the faces change,
yet the dollar signs always go up.

Fascidious and pretencious people surround me,
can we change the cast, or the production company?
Drugs run rampant along with the egos,
open your mouth, I can't hear a word you say.

Tiny mind with a personality to match,
can this person really be my co-star?
You only get a five minute on-screen appearance,
if you're lucky, you might be on the credits.

Ruled by agents, runned by directors,
yet no one knows what the hell is going on.
Writers scramble to make the cover charge,
only waiting for the final fade-out.

06/28/2007