A Night at the Soap Box Opera

Fictional Tendencies

A Night at the Soap Box Opera

I remember when masks
Were worn
For theatre and plays,

Now the entire world is a stage.

Every moment an event.
Every memory meant for the masses,
Consumed,
Your Soul was priceless,
Yet, you’ve sold it for cents.

I remember when integrity
Stood for an unimpaired condition;
A firm adherence to a code of especially moral values,
Instead, we’ve confused it with integrate:
Look how the masses run with the sheep.

I remember when masks
Were worn
For theatre and plays,

Now, we’ve lost our way.

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