I recently read that we are all actors in life
I have lately started believing this conspiracy.
Don’t we all play characters we think wins love,
Acting funny, stupid and mean for an applause?
We soliloquize, conscious that our thoughts are seen.
Blood and violence sells more, surprise beats normal,
And what’s sexier than high-handed honor and pride?
So we write a bloody story full of capricious actors
And an incoherent plot.


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