Coup De Theatre

[Scene 1: Abstract Rude] To speak with an eloquent word Is to in essence kill a mockingbird If I could I'd spend all day Locked away in my theatre 1st the stage is dark And the music plays as the curtain raises Then - we hear from the narrator As the actors take their places (setting) Long long ago in a galaxy far away location Or maybe once upon a time In an older age of civilization (character) We are introduced to the common with a heart of gold Who fought in the war Then bought a farm were the land was sold for cheap But he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel (the twist) He was threatened by the hierarchy thrown in jail (the plot) Another love triangle The revenge of the Count of Monte Cristo Same woman quarrel Childhood mates and now arch rivals? He could not conceive to his disbelief he was in denial At the start of his life term stretch Didn't let it drive him psycho In jail he would train to fight with the inmates read his Bible Still he swore To avenge his friend's betrayal even if suicidal To escape the palace was a task greater than Alcatraz But he lasted With the Cast of Monteague on his mind As he dug through the hollow rock on his climb to freedom No time for leaving no traces He's ready to face his captor With a sword and spear his wrath will take him to the hereafter Be sure to meet a man with an iron mask As the final sand slips away in the hour glass He ponders a lesson he learned in the past An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth Where a neck is ripe for the noose Respect was rightfully due magnum cum laude Coup De Theatre [Scene 2: Myka 9] To speak with an eloquent word Is to in essence kill a mockingbird If I could I'd spend all day Locked away in my theatre Enter the stage left One comes home surprise is heard From friends who secretly made plans For one that deserved a makeover from surgical hands However this gift wasn't well received The cosmetic appeal Revealing one's vanity under the knife Life altering consequence Shallow and superficial Even though one had grown Accustomed to one's own disfigurement One endured an arduous experience Flashback to a serious injury Forcing one to wear a mask Then all of a sudden Someone pushed a button in blind rage One takes one's covering from one's head And one's head from one's shoulders One arm then another Until limbs move independent of themselves Legs are walking on toes Talking head reciting prose - abdomen rolls Then these individual members grow Morph mold shift hue texture smell Into humanoid shells One has now become many Shiny sentient beings spinning ever faster Fleeing witnesses disintegrate to ashes Incinerated building crashes Tiny people are killed en masse That many that came from one became millions A rash on mother earth ransacked wilderness Robotic modern -ness intrepid cavernous Pathways maze in and out Making globe into gargantuan head case Resembling one in space - an orbiting face Exit stage right Coup De Theatre [Scene 3: Aceyalone] He steps into what he believes to be his own reality But nothing could be further from the truth His 1st thought was why did the gods darken the skies He wondered how long would this darkness last He moulds himself within the stills of the night And at the 1st glitter of light this monster has awaken It had been dark for several days The only light being that which casts away over the ocean Far in the distance What began as gray & gloom Soon turned into a pitch black cradle we all exist from Far in the distance At the dawning of the opening of the skies So were the eyes of this mild mannered monster Without any resistance With cunning senses this intensly evil unsuspecting predator Could take your spirit within an instance Iron sharp as iron tools of the trade Blades which have been prepared for what seemed like forever At last the time has come again For him to quench his thirst for blood Ever so clever The 1st prey hadn't a chance in the world Being moved on so swiftly Having their flesh pressed against titanium blades A dagger which has faced the screams of many men In those days who had been slayed From victim to victim This silent rage took on a stage of uncontrolled madness Leaving behind trails of corpses Directly under the nose of those who protected them And just as the light came & he began his slaughter So came the night he slowed down his horror To an empty calmness where he'd reflect I am not of this world Saving his best kill for last He falls on his sword Coup De Theatre [Closing Remarks: Busdriver] And as the curtain closes An overwhelming sense of awe Settles into the collective consciousness of the audience For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens They can no longer seek refuge driving to their cul-de-sacs In their SUV's Nor relate to the bourgeois Nor indulge their spendthrift when the remnants of their former selves Sit there, still engrossed in the theatre piece They were supposed to cheer at their seats But they ended up running shitless, condemning the cast For casually re-enacting such tumultuous happenings Between men But what really is it? A lived-in quirk Smitten curse A written work That no one understands Coup De Theatre The End