Today there is madness

Today there is madness

In the air

There has to be

Without it the world

Would be exposed

As a missed opportunity

For the rebirth

Of humility

Fraudulent feelings

Squeezed beneath

Plexiglass ceilings

Above which

An audience awaits

For the process

Of entertainment

A surgical theatre

Of the absurd

As indulgent opulence

Sits in judgement

On the rest of us

We are all performers

Damned

As failures

In our portrayal

Of divinity

There is a waiting list

For tickets

As overfed observers

Hold dearly to a belief

That they are free

Of any need

To read

Between the lines

It is this inclination

Toward denial

Which holds madness

At the very heart

Of every truth

As a lack

Of imaginative

Improvisation

Proves the lie

An insane world

Is axiomatic

Of the amateur dramatic.