The Theatre of Mischief
In the Theatre of Mischief 
I play the fool, a mere tool
in a sinister plot unfolding.

You find comfort in the unknown, 
the pretentious paces unfolding
and the matching hubris revealed. 

In the Theatre of Mischief 
lives come and go, portals open
and quickly close. 

You sit in silence, watching
my undoing; my luddite life
barely keeps you awake. 

In the Theatre of Mischief 
I was born a janitor, much later
did I graduate a fool.

You leave in silence, shimmering
swiftly through the backstreets 
of life, of love, and sentient stench. 

In the Theatre of Mischief 
lives come and go, portals open
and quickly close. 

You never stop to contemplate,
all other eyes and juice
and their dreams and callings. 

In the Theatre of Mischief 
lives come and go, portals open
and quickly close. 

In the Theatre of Mischief 
you are the one watched,
beware the optics of departing. 

In the Theatre of Mischief
I am – The Fool
watching your lives unfold.