Waiting For Reviews

I search in vain for the divine
my efforts common and mundane
the acid vinegar, not wine
the tongue is tied, the language plain
the plot unravels all too quick
the actors sound as if they're dubbed
the rants too preachy and too thick
the moral disinfected, scrubbed
still searching for a proper close
it's a dead end, a cul-de-sac
oh well, at least it isn't prose
the story done, and fade to black