Acting career

Lorenz

The more you tear yourself ,

 slashing  your flesh ,

while crying naked 

in the face of desire 

that has fled, 

and the liquefied pleasure...

Addict in search of  catharsis 

in a depression of initiatory 

hypermarket .

 Paradise for urban schizoid .

Before you bounce act 

like you know everything...

Blue hands blood ,

shattering that pustular reflection

in the dirty mirror ..

A arrival of coke is waiting for you

at the next departure .

 Don't miss the midnight impresario !

  The hall of shame will keep trace

of your grimace .

 Dude,kill this backpaper 

playing guitar in some dusty

corner of your memory...

 Throw him three bullets 

of  hasta la vista  and everything

will go back the way it was before...

There's always a guy at the stage door

who comes begging for a life

at Lennon's ...  

  That's how anorexia  of fame is made .

A well -behaved pyjama is rewarded

for its career .

 which makes the clowns cry .

There's an angel industry 

that operates on a suicidal  production line.

The more you pretend ,

the better you play the role of your death .

 Lyrics are sarcastic .

It's  shakespeare drowning  

in the lack of signs...

 Santa or Satan, will come back 

to give you a dose of conventional 

farewalls .

 Ten years later we'll lift  your marble 

to authenticate your bisexuality ...

 At the final clap ,the actor always 

ends up in his empty bathtub 

eyeballed by a cynical shot of tequila ...

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2025 11:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Ellen Marsell
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  • Ellen Marsell

    A powerful poem! It contains that harsh truth that is usually hidden beneath the industry’s glossy surface.

    • Lorenz

      My favorite role is that of the bottle of tequila...

    • sorenbarrett

      Both in red suits, the one with the white beard gets his toys from the one with the horns a very surrealistic, wright. Well fine Lorenz

      • Lorenz

        The anorexia of fame ends up consuming you and spitting you out...



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