On with the Play
Up with the curtain, lo, the stage is set;
The mimes come trooping for their destin'd parts,
The Devil swings his hand, the music starts;
But the main star has not arrived as yet,
And all the players wait and swear and frret,
He comes! The tamborine with empty clack
Greets the proud brow, the eye, the unbent back;
On with the play of broken dreams and sweat!
Aye, play their game if you would wish to rise,
Conform yourself to standard rote and rule,
But when you've reached the pinnacle of pelf (look it up assholes
)
Some day take down an old book from the shelf,
And scanning pages, years, with curious eyes,
Remember one who signed himself -------------A Fool.
--Robert E. Howard
Just being "Disturbingly profound". And people I respect and like will know whom I'm talking about. Or at least they'll ask me.
Those people I'll answer!~
