This time each year, the PR machine cranks


Into high gear. The media collude


And journalists, as thick as two short planks


Get dizzy when they meet Brad, George, or Jude.


For once the thrusting cameras don't intrude.


The actors gladly tackle the phalanx


Hunter and hunted brusquely pause their feud.


I wish someone would simply just say 'Thanks'.

Some winners act like they should be on tranqs,


(I know that naming names is rather rude


But yes, it's Gwyneth Paltrow and Tom Hanks


Who fame as nut and sober have accrued.)


Then reaching out, with pious attitude,


To viewers who speak Chinese, German, Manx


They spew out every detail of their mood.


I wish someone would simply just say 'Thanks'.

Gold statuettes put money into banks


So winning is with gravitas imbued.


But then again, if your poor movie tanks


It may well by the voters be eschewed.


I often want to shout out something crude.


When standard speeches - just fill in the blanks! -


Come from each undeserving chick and dude,


I wish someone would simply just say 'Thanks'.

O Prince of movies, when the waiting brood


Of filmmakers (some foreign, mostly Yanks)


Find their time's come to express gratitude,


I wish someone would simply just say 'Thanks'.

Poetry by Various Contributors

Awix

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