Amphitheater Tragedy

Hush the crowd.
The next act is about to begin.
And oh! Look at them now,
Mr. and Mrs. Trahir, back from
their honeymoon in the wrong
environment. That's where she
sleeps around as he tirelessly does
absoloutly nothing.

Did you have yourself a grand ol' time
while you were out?
We were, of course, just mending
torn subjects as usual, but you just
had to run along and interrupt.
But the lights are dimmed, so it's too
late to cancel the show, and the board
is letting it slide.
The men in tuxedos chuckle and the ladies
in velvet hats are getting a kick.

"Why don't you eat something, sweety? That
sure was exhausting."
"No dearest, I musn't. I'm going to receive
nourishment from the sun."

A wave of laughter overwhelmed my eardrums.

"You're your own worst enemy, I warned you."
"I have to get out of here. Not tonight, not now."

The houselights flickered, and the scene reformed to
a tragic sienna sunset.
I felt the happiness and acceptance die.
And all that is left now is one person conversations
and avoided paths.
The venue has changed.

And no one is actually happy.