Tweaked And Sweetened Monologues Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Spotlights are not used,
To coverup blemishes...
Kept masked and perfected in shadows.

When one chooses to appear centerstage,
There is no where to hide...
A masquerading and aging charade.

A flaw preferred to be left unseen...
Is lifted from muscles twitched,
As soon as that spotlight switch
Removes all the darkness...
That had limited visions to see.
And soliloquies rehearsed...
With purposes to please,
By the use of intensed and sweetened...
Tearjerking tweaked monologues,
Will not bring satisfaction to all witnessing.

Trained liars in performances stale and routine...
Reciting lines to convince from a dated script,
Without heart or feelings connected to it.
Are often booed and shown the exit!
Especially when the audience
Has been charged a higher price...
To observe someone they paid to give them sweat.
And the one expected to produce...
Could care less if they were there!