somebody needs
to throw a god damn boot
at Mr. Mistoffelees
illusions
screw this jellical distraction
this is not quiet, small
nor should one anthropomorphize
a pissant cat
prancing about a stage
you don't know what theater is
I am telling the director, who is not there
fuck your memories!
there is no fire, it is a cop out, a fake
something to cry in a theater that needs emptying
as they escort me to the door
threatening legal action
I go to Charlie's and order a pint of rye
it tastes good
