“All the world’s a stage,

and all the men and women merely players,”

dance away in your cage,

and keep believing in your prayers.

I’d love to believe in the beauty of you,

but you’re merely playing a casted part

please, yourself do not outdo,

i know your lies beat to an artificial heart.

Your tricks, your schemes,

i acquired them when i was 2.

When your squirtle was learning bubblebeam,

i was busy cloning Mew to Mewtwo.

You are to me but an entertaining joke

in your seriousness i find jest,

like a turtle trying to swim the backstroke,

I’ll simply laugh till i go into cardiac arrest.

It’s not that i find pleasure in your pain

or that i find happiness from your struggles

i can’t help but be amused by your vain,

as if no one else had their own problems to juggle.

You and I are living nothing more than a play,

we are nothing more than it’s performers.

From your honest character do not too far stray,

or you’ll simply be casted as the bench warmer.

“All the world’s a stage,

and all the men and women merely players,”

so dance, dance away in your cage,

and keep believing in your prayers.

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