This candid opera I can’t believe
the way that everybody’s got an answer
but me
soon seven billion soon eight and ten
I don’t like to think about what
I might see
There’s no audience so who
are we performing to delight
We seem unconscious I’m
unconscious stumble onstage without
insight
I’d call it harmless fun it’s
just one thing the tragedies
are real
I’d call it fair play but there’s just one game
and no court of appeal
and I never agreed to be
on stage I just got pushed into the light
now I’m singing for my supper
just like all the rest
here every night
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