I had stolen a role in your amateur dramatist
Bullshit production. Someone else had once
Been playing my part. I found messing with your type was
A hassle, stupid, horrific. All of you
In your childish rapture wanted to make money
From playing make-believe and pretending to be
Better or worse than the average pucks of gristle you all were.
At a fast food place we plucked out the fat and hot muscles
Of a chicken and ate, sat opposite, the composite
Of the stagecraft lighting and positioning us
Ready for our scenes. I felt like an understudy.
I hated it all, but consoled myself I was playing the role
Of another girl's dreams.


A/N: Never work with actors. :) Feedback is lovely!