An Actor’s Paradise
How the world perceives a stage is known to me,
to you, to her, to them, to everyone that plays,
the game of love, deceit, of parody and conceit.
We waltz amongst a crowd of svelte travesty,
altogether lost in a facade that speaks humility.
she wore the smoothest ass riding leggings to eat
wandering among our lost soul for many days
clever each ploy her bodice dance across the sea.
When a desire might strike the eye to bold imagine
are we then drawn to some societal paradigm
how to alter our minds to move away from banal
impressions of arrogance filtered through our lies
while instead the human condition alights sweet eyes;
those that ought be appreciated rather than the anal
retentive nature of suffocation, that certain sublime
reality we profess to be our only link to true domain.
Perhaps, the stage, yes that light upon our lives release
the pheromones sufficient to our natural lust for peace.