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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3g0d6Cgqyg

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            Mortality is a curtain

            To a play 

            That no one is ever prepared to preform. 

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            The audience stands are empty,

            There are no colleagues to feed you lines,

            And when the curtains open

            Cricket chirps act to punctuate 

            The empty applause

            That so many of us are misled to expect.

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            Time and again, the sole actor on stage

            Abandons the play entirely

            And instead

            Attempts to run out the clock

            By opening the act

            Delivering stand up to an empty theater.

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            Even if the comedy’s good, the silence always grimaces

            As the comedian delivers punch-lines

            That have no one upon which to land.

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            They'll always bomb,

            Looking for a director, a stage manager, a parent, 

            To blame for their apparent surprise:

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                        The service here is terrible;

X plus Y must equal something;

                        What do you mean I can’t bring it with me?

                        Why did I even bother packing at all then?

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     …  F**k!

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            Mortality, is a curtain 

            To a play 

            That no one is prepared to preform. 

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            The script is garbage, the audience heckles,

            Ticket-sales can never justify

            The cost of the production

            And it doesn’t really matter

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            How talented you are

            Because the show will never air.

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                            All I know, is that the ones who handle it best

                         Are the ones who’ve made peace with absurdity,

                         Accepted the disappointment, long before

                         Their names appear on the marquee

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                            And before their shined, immaculate shoes

                            Ever grace the incongruity of the stage.

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