THE SHOW MUST GO ON

              

        Back here are storage rooms
            crammed to the beams
                with trunks of costumes,
                coats, and shoes and hats,
                old scripts and notes in boxes,
                powders, creams and
                tables, chairs and
                thickly painted flats.
        The stage is set.
            It all has been arranged.
            Whichever role I pick to play
        I know my lines, my moves,    
            what must be changed.
            I'm planning
                quite a lively, moving show.
        For many years
            I've fought off my despair,
            rehearsing what I could alone.
                I bought this nice cologne,
                here's naughty underwear,
                which lights, which sheets, which wine
                    took lots of thought.
        I hoard these props
            still hoping to attract
                another actor
                    for my opening act.

 

 

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[TLK]

Shakespeare, eh.