THE CRITICS ARE HELL BENT

Buddy, you think it's bad out in the audience
from the backdrop comes an avalanche
a typhoon is brewing in the orchestra pit
stage right is closed, a forest fire's stage left

make-up makes me look like old Eurydice
instead of the sweet young thing Antigone

the chorus is harping on Honky Tonk Women
footlights shine clear through this costume linen
I've forgotten my lines, little good they will do
he already left me by a side door before Act II

so if I were able to rhyme this and get it together
critics would still trash me in some fluff newsletter

(c) 2003 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca