Maybe I’m just

here to entertain

and when the mic has dropped

there goes my hoax

of sane

a performer perhaps

but a *person*

-too much of a luxury

for a thespian’s salary

 

And I’m all out of jokes to spiel

to even pay for these rising  bills.

I’m running low on an income

that never was a promise;

based on a performance

each night

it’s a wonder i’m even still alive

 

I’ve run out of time

I’ve run out of lines

So maybe one last act

before the curtain falls.

forever.

but no one is listening

even here and now

on the comedic downfall

of amiss-top-of

-the-world.

there goes her crown.