STAGE

The Chorus
Here's to you sober
Here's to you drunk
Tip me no loaner
Nor tip on me junk
Come without passion
(Without compassion)
Nor reason nor ration
To years long gone
Where our tears came from

Stage left
Astray a shadow creeps
The words of the quiet
(Their silent fury)
Revealed in discomfort
And finally in senseless violence

Centre Stage
The millions of nameless
The angry dreamless
Starving aplenty
Where self is king
And greed monarch

Stage Right
Am I not the word forgotten
Begotten from sour lips as I left
Molt and rage volcanic
From a sea without fathom

Choragos
Envy those not on stage
And those blessed ones
That know not what they are
Actors for an audience of one.