by R.H.L.M. Ramsay
It’s helpful to arrive alive; a one-act ‘s not the way to stay and play.
Enjoy the wetness; soon enough its dry and very like to stay that way.
I’ve got a notion it will help to buy some lotion; apply a little every day.
Pick a language; it will come in handy. And wear clothes that don’t restrict.
Harken to the barkers; they’ll conflict with one another’s claims. But very soon you’ll read between the lines and lies they ply. Unctuous ointment passed as balm; numbing nonsense; calming psalm.
Coaches for the final act are rare–so very few come back to share. So have a care when they appear to claim a curtain call. Beware!
My advice? Play by ear; don’t waste a tear. Too many have been shed.
Fear ‘s the lubricant for getting dead and staying there. Better hope that friction keeps you here, instead;
Our birth so wet, it’s right that dying should be dry.