Monday, April 08, 2024

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.  

1 comment:

Ken Johnson said...

All the World's indeed a stage
and we are merely prayers...