On Broadway

It’s not a premonition
To see the day-to-day
Of your life on the stage
Adapted in a screenplay
Lines read in repetition

Today, tomorrow and yesterday

By those with ambitions
Remembering juxtapositions
Collecting tickets of admission
For quarters of commission

In a quotidian disarray

Funded by the politicians
Made up by the beauticians

All of this opposition
Is beyond my recognition
Somebody call a physician
To read me my disposition