the soft refrains of the closing music drifts to my ears

is it over, the curtains about to close on me, the hook coming from off stage to pull me out of the endless kerfuffle of failing grace

the one man performance of lonely the musical, like a one man band with no coordination, a fish out of water flopping on a snare drum

i have not begun my performance art

for my next act I will juggle flaming chainsaws while gargling broken glass, on a high wire that is electrified

now i will call every ex on my phone while playing jenga

and for the finale, i will tear out my heart and offer it to another disinterested woman while singing time warp from rocky horror in full drag

play me off the stage and strap me to the falcon heavy rocket and send me to a new planet where i can expose the symphony of misery to all new species