Saccharine rubber disguises
cover with sweat,
clown-faced
The excitement glows
It is hidden in flower boxes
ready to threaten
Synchronizing time
in dull dusty suits
for the most perfect moment
Darkly-lit scenes present
players huddled with
blueprints for ambition
Some will fall short
Their disguises not slick enough
against the infection of fear
Thickened, sweaty plots
cover all possibilities
save the Fates
Old-fashioned egos
repeat the same tales
told to children at night
Them versus we
at the bank or horsetrack,
the plot is lost
The blonde fatale
Mucks up the trick
but they are all monsters
Irony fans out the score
and the egos are left sweaty
and the scene ends
No one is free
No disguise is sweet enough
The clown mask mocks
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