On The Lot Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

On the Lot, my film making dreams come true
I speak to my crew swiftly
Man the lights!
Actors know your lines
The Time! has come
Action! I scream
Horrible, horrible!
Cut!
From the top

Days pass
Then weeks
Months

At last my masterpiece is made
It is sure to be a hit at the boxoffice

Ah! Miserable death you fail me
Rubert thumbs down, is he mad?
Then I dissolve into more scripts
I present new actors
And begin the whole saga again