I'm waiting for my Savior - deus ex machina
To rescue me from the cyclorama of nonsensical allusion I'm drowning myself in.
I feel like a chou in a commedia dell'arte-
I don't fit in this bric-a brac of random repetition
A mere dan in the dada
I need to escape this domestic tragedy
But the only exit sign is hanging above the entrance to the Great Dionysia
That's the last thing I need.
I'm caught, in the footlights between two extremes.
And I missed the dress rehearsal: I've never read the epilogue,
Why couldn't my girlfriends appreciate documentary drama?
I need the facts.
Maybe I shouldn't have hid when mom tried to talk with me.
The Preacher says we're the victims of high dramatic irony
The peanut angels are giggling madly
How much do they know of the gallery that's my lifeline?
I'm no longer capable of ingenue and I'm not ready to fly
I just want to spring into the House that’s never full
And shed my chition for an eternal gown.