Duck, Duck, Gorilla
My death, my death, yours.
In the 1920's the MPAA ruled
all monsters must die by the credits.
If all monsters must die,
they will garner sympathy, become, even,
the site of injustice.
I hate this city.
Rose ring, rose ring
protect me,
for no one here
understands a thing
of Battered Women's Syndrome;
that the survival rate of two-bite cupcakes is less than 50%;
let alone the multiple transformations of monsters in early US cinema.
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