Ode to Keaton
September 22, 2007
Oh, Keaton Dear Keaton,
Where have you gone?
You’ve left us to lust.
You’ve left us to long.
You Selfish SOB!
The talent you’ve squandered!
Now in hope. In Vain.
For you alone we wander.
You thought you could tease us.
You knew you could taunt.
It was happiness you gave us.
A cruel thing to flaunt.
That pretty Boy Bale is simply a hack.
He may be more fit but it is you we want back.
Oh dear Michael this poem may be a Desperate Measure,
But your triumphant return would be everyone’s pleasure.
No projects pre-production on IMDB
The last thing mentioned
mini-siries ‘The Company’.
I swear to god M. K.
I’ll kill a little boy!
Unless you promise me a sequel,
preferably to White Noise.
