Like a 1913
Ballet hate scene
All the strangeness of the milieu
Are we
At the end of V. (1963),
Where the innocent lady
Or however it was
Whoever she was
The BALLERINA on the stage
And every clockwork page
Of the things from below,
The automatons for the show
You understand
They came to see a performance, and
The BALLERINA is in danger again
By whoever watches them
That’s the point of JOHN WICK again, right?
You understand, in (2025) edition,
Of what is it going to be,
A STUPID IDIOT BALLERINA TV?
Or ONE OF QUALITY?
We will see.