Hail to the King
A Weekend With Bruce Campbell
At your festival I saw you
patiently dealing with us
pacing the stage answering
questions more concerned with
franchises than your career
telling stories you had grown sick of
a tinge of cynicism beneath your
trademark sarcastic responses
asking a little more of your audience
who just wanted more of the same
you looked bored playing buffoons
and cops, studs and legends
wanting to be remembered for more
than splatter operas and
crowd pleasing cameos
tolerating our rabid collective
scavenging through your life
picking out the pieces
we wanted for ourselves
relating to our blue collar hero
who overcame Hollywood
as easily as the dead
a jester born of common stock
hearing now an army of fans cry
“Hail to the King”
and wanting only to put
the King finally to rest
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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