There’s been a drama at the main stage. The spotlight wouldn’t shine.
There were voices shouting in the dark. And one of them was mine.
Diogenous was laughing. With a cynics point of view.
Alexander left his seat, like the great ones often do.
The Narcissists all shuddered, the understudy soared.
He drank straight from the bottle. No wine was spilled or poured.
