i earn a thousand parodies.
teasing & bantering a crowd of
actors, twisting a spectacle of second-rate.
it’s not easy how
i camouflage the grief to relief.
there are me and my bad days,
when mornings are assaulted by demons.
bending the rules, making complications.
something is there to repair.
this character i portray,
the script is alive like a non-fiction.