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Thursday, May 24, 2012

One Act Play

One set piece
A living room most drab
A jury chamber
A panic room
You can picture whatever you like
After all it is your doom

One scene
Probably at least one hour too long
Audience crossing it's legs
Because everyone has to pee
There are no intermissions
No break no respite
No concessions

One actor
You up on that stage
Regurgitating lines
Manufacturing fake rage
Slipping glycerin in for fake tears
Like we wouldn't notice
We are sophisticated
We are your peers

One act play
It really gets old
Sitting through the same old scene
Every night opening night
Every afternoon a matinee
Dinner theatre is the worst
But you have no shame
For it's your mistaken belief
That your one act play
Will make of you a star
One of these days

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