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An Illusion of Allusions
Welcome friends! I'm all the rage!
You've entered now, my acting stage.
To be, or not to be. That is the answer.
But I'm just another puppet dancer.
Pinocchio he had it good
Cause all his lies were made of wood.
He had no strings to write his part,
And like the tin man, had no heart.
Ding Dong! The witch is dead!
These visions dance inside my head,
Of a young troubled couple and a midsummer's night,
Where passion and mischief begin to unite.
Yet Romeo and Juliet,
have always been our epithet.
Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou a LIAR?
Your stupid games… you play with fire.
Ring around the Rosie…
a theatre full of posers.
The thunderous applause I hear,
But look behind the scenes my dear.
For when I came to curtain call,
I realized that I must fall….
Down! Down into the rabbit hole,
I must fulfill this putrid role.
I've got someplace that I must be.
And I don't want your cup of tea.
Oh my, oh dear… I'm terribly horribly late!
I'm late! I'm late! To decide my final fate!
Now it seems I must decide
If I still want this carpet ride.
Or if I choose to have a feast
Among false beauty or truthful beast.
Take of your white mask and stop this part
I'm finished with my theatre art!
I'm sick of playing your trickster games,
And living under empty names.
So this is where you clap and lie,
I'll smile and wave and say goodbye.
The lights have dimmed. It's over now.
So pretend it was grand! And I'll fake a bow.