Three Act Trope-Ridden Play

8/2/21

Men like concepts,
wanna go broad?
Let’s start with abandonment.
Left battered, torn, bare-naked, and bruised;
spat on relentlessly
and stripped down repeatedly
to nothing but asbestos
as exposure to all.
Move it to love,
nothing so far a garlic;
a clove of resentment.
Underlying hunger in those eyes
that bleed, fuel, funnel, and fuck
down to the pits of hell,
foreseen by lady luck.
Third act ensues, identity here!
Confusion, despair,
conformality is such a normal fear —
(worth a yawn and a cry)
a profusion of lies.
An arch we all share,
so “different” when clothed,
no different when bare.
Curtains close,
applause happens,
normal pertains,
no one cares.
The next you think big,
pig,
is the next time you’re scared.