Fiction Plane

Break down and cry like this.
There's worse things but it still stings.
When you came on the audience hissed.
But this play, it's conveniently simple.
There's got to be a winner and it's not you.
But the front row sitter has his problems too.
The author lies.
Bitter forces and lame race horses.
You'll never work in this town.
I don't expect you'll ever be so wrecked.
Don't ask me to be there at your side.
There's a half hour wait and I'm growing impatient.
Give me some food that is easy to chew.
I feel so Zen when I do things that are easy.
Paint him a colour, make him one or the other.
Or spin him on your finger like your talented brother.
Today, We start again. You're singing a song.