NaPoWriMo, Day Eight, Poem Eight

Early Monday

 

Yeah, world's

a stage

and you're

the one

in back

dead from

fallen

sandbag

unnoticed

until

curtain

doesn't fall

because

nobody in

drama club

thought you

were any

good but

they had 

those jobs 

perfect for

plebs with

no talent

and now

look who

f--ked

that up.