The green velvet curtain closes for the second time this night and the audience sits in pure awe of the scene that they have just astonishingly beholded.
It was a story of love, betrayal, hypocrisy, and bliss - not written in
order of occurance. Sadly, it wasn't happily ever after. There were cries
of joy and frustration from the captivated audience because how could you
possibly not care for such believable actors? So, the green velvet curtain
reopened and once again the beautiful people appeared, but then the
beholders realized that they were lied to. These beautiful people were
liars trying to actually portray these emotions of human life. Slowly
the green velvet curtains slid together, but the audience sat dumbfounded.
i'm not totally sure if you could call this a poem, but it is definitely the weirdest thing i've ever written in my life and even i dont understand it...