Blue ribbon Disney rats
Watching the sun die
Their dreams are fat
While mine go by
I wrote my own plays
Picked all my parts
And so spent my days
In suffering for my art
On a velvet curtain of time
Life felt its dialogue
From each and every line
Curled a meaningful fog
Pathos cast a shadow
On every zealous act
Like echoes in a tornado
Words keep coming back
A soul will turn a page
So a heart begins to sing
But, for every fool on stage
The final act is coming
What makes an audience stay
Reality is based on this fact
Life is not just a bad play
You can’t get your money back
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