Tired up too Tight

A Play by W.M. Dimes.

The curtains rise and the bodies fall silent
The music arrives, it sounds like a riot
Behind the scenes a judge beats a girl
In the dressing rooms, ladies bending over

A boy dressed in green walks onto the stage
He holds his throat and begins to play
He falls back, back on his back
Then he is dragged away.

Wires lower a silhouette from above the rafters
There was a cow butchered, dropped down what’s after
A murder of snakes wipe from both dark sides
And wash over it to thick peals of laughter

I’m sitting in the crowd, steady reading a script
The lady to me left is breaking into fits
I raise my head only to catch the bitch
On stage taking a skinned rabbit to both her tits

I’m leaving early cause I’ve seen this part
And I’ve got twelve Dalmatians waiting in the car
Before I leave I shoot a glance towards the bar
They’ve still got the director’s head that I sent in a jar