When I was young,
films did not have Wicked Words
on sound-tracks,
but there were guns.
I closed my eyes
when two people
(strangely, never of the same sex)
kissed on the movie-screen.
The few times there was real violence
(not the cowboy bang-bang sort)
I left the cinema.
Many movies now
have fuck and cunt and fucking cunts
peppering their dialogue,
and seem somehow obliged to show
entirely uninstructive
fucks and fucking,
plus (sometimes) mind-bruising violence,
presumably to bring in lots
of numbies and their dough.
Thanks to computers, the internet and P2P,
I can put on a film in the evening
and, if appalled, bemused or bored,
simply erase the file...
and up to bed I go.
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