A Middle Eastern fairy tale
A memory you can’t dismiss
The faces of your children pale
Climatic thrills in every twist
From hostage weeks in warring clans
In film that we might never see--
Delayed by your investors' plans
Who only water money trees
But now it’s time to pay the rent
And balance with the weight of loans
Tell your wife the credits spent
And tangle up the telephone
While browsing via dial-up for
Producers you could never pay
Hope to fill just half the cup and
Tell your kids by Christmas Day:
«The money’s on its way.»
I’ll imagine us in Hollywood
On carpets we already knew
From where our favorite actors stood
Parading in the living room:
Smile and wave to great applause
Tell the world how much it means
Crescendo with dramatic pause
And bow the bow you bowed in your dreams