The horror previews did me in
After five minutes of the movie itself
I hit eject walked it back to the return slot
A B-list product with a B-list cast
Except for an A-lister And Featuring
To give it some hope at the box office
Predictable music helped if you were slow
There’s Something in the attic
The husband will die such a dunce
The young boy on whose eyes
The camera dwelled too long said
Get ready to see these suckers glow red
With glee when I go bad
Maybe the A-lister had hopes of a comeback
She wouldn’t have been
The first older woman star
To break back in with horror flicks
We never found out why really didn’t care
The sheet music the wife couldn’t find
She saw boxed in the attic
When she ran up to check on
Her son’s desperate screams
That’s when my preview reactions
Told me I’m not doing this
Who needs the sudden appearance of
Jellied-face Blob man to scare him out of his wits
When reading headlines can do it for cheap
Seems there are people who love a good scare
Can watch endless gore without losing their lunch
It’s a fix they crave and filmers will cater
Previews promise they’ll torture the lead
You’ll get to watch every rip of the pliers
When the monster-rapist-killer works his worst
On the chained whore
Just for you bloodied faces stretch scream
In terror for no one to hear
Who really needs this
One of my neighbors years ago
Told me he loved watching heads fly
Guts fall out blood splattering
Eagerly watched every second
He was a Vietnam veteran
A radioman forward who called in coordinates
To rain mortar death on his enemy nearby
Surely he must have seen the results
Of his accuracy hurled overhead
Mowing the lawn a car backfired
He dropped flat to the grass
The mower went on without him
A kind father loving husband
Coming home from Pittsburgh
Late one night sleepy at the wheel
He impaled a lamppost at an exit
And was crushed in the wreckage
We never let our kids watch slashers
But my one guy who lived on the edge
Got his fill of gore with another
When the parents were working
I’ll jump with horror when the girl
Alone in the woods feels a hand on her arm
And fullscreen shows it’s only her boyfriend
With the zombie just a few steps back
She can’t scream or even point to the danger
Her friend wonders why then he gets it
Well I don’t get it and I don’t need it
I’ll save all my paralyzed screaming
For the real thing like when
I was mugged on the street
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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