Grindhouse Disappointment
I often wake screaming in the dark from a nightmare,The details of which I can never remember.I feel cheated for having been so terrorizedBy demons that seem beyond my imagining.I expect better than that from my grindhouse existence.If I'm to be pestered by nocturnal poltergeistsAnd succubi that leave me drained of life,I’d choose to be privy to the director’s cut.My curiosity demands no less.