Acting for Impermanence

The object of impermanence is frugality

When the night spades into film

And the cast and all it’s production crew

Charge the stands that buy their ways.

Reality is lost in a dancing vortex

While the critics rave of the scenes

And left behind are the weaker members

Watching from a standstill.

Bad performances are insignificant

For the actors not known for their face

But the stillness stays for the acceptance

That the world was never humble.

It’s best to know that to remain unknown

The freaks can’t try to hurt you

If the director never learns your name

He can’t control how you move.