Coup de Theatre

Part 1

[Verse: Abstract Rude]

To speak with an eloquent word

Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird

If I could I'd spend all day

Locked away in my theatre

First – the stage is dark, and the music plays

As the curtain raises (Then!)

Then – we hear from the narrator as the actors take their places

(Setting) "Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away" – location

Or maybe "Once upon a time, in an older age of civilization"

(Character) We are intro-introduced to the common man with a heart of gold

Who fought in the war, then bought a farm were the land was sold

For cheap, but he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel

(The twist) He was threatened by the hierarchy, thrown in jail

(The plot) Another love triangle

The revenge of the 'Count of Monte Cristo'

Same woman quarrel

Childhood mates and now arch-rivals?

He could not conceive to his disbelief, he was in denial

At the start of his life-term stretch, didn't let it drive him psycho

In jail, he would train to fight with the inmates, read his Bible

Still he swore to avenge his friend's betrayal, even if suicidal!

To escape the palace was a task greater than Alcatraz, but he lasted

With the Caste of Monteague on his mind

As he dug through the hollow rock on his climb

To freedom, no time for leaving no traces, he's ready to face

His captor, with a sword and spear, his wrath will take him to the hereafter

Be sure to meet a man with an iron mask

As the final sand slips away in the hour glass

He ponders a lesson he learned in the past

"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

Where a neck is ripe for the noose"

Respect was rightfully due, magnum cum laude

Coup de Theatre

Part 2

[Refrain: Myka 9]

To speak with an eloquent word

Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird

If I could, I'd spend all day

Locked away in my theatre...

[Verse: Myka 9]

Enter the stage left

One comes home, "Surprise!" is heard

From friends who secretly made plans

For one that deserved

A makeover from surgical hands

However this gift wasn't well received

The cosmetic appeal revealing one's vanity under the knife

Life altering consequence

Shallow and superficial

Even though one had grown accustomed to one's own disfigurement

One endured an arduous experience

Flashback to a serious injury

Forcing one to wear a mask

Then, all of a sudden

Someone pushed a button

In blind rage, one takes one's covering from one's head

And one's head from one's shoulders

One arm, then another, until limbs move independent of themselves

Legs are walking on toes

Talking head reciting prose – abdomen rolls

Then these individual members grow

Morph, mold

Shift hue, texture, smell

Into humanoid shells

One has now become many

Shiny sentient beings spinning ever faster

Fleeing witnesses disintegrate to ashes

Incinerated building crashes

Tiny people are killed en masse

That many that came from one became millions

A rash on mother Earth, ransacked wilderness

Robotic modern-ness, intrepid cavernous

Pathways, maze in and out

Making globe into gargantuan headcase

Resembling one in space – an orbiting face

Exit stage right

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Part 3

[Verse: Aceyalone]

He steps into what he believes to be his own reality

But nothing could be further from the truth

His first thought was "Why did the gods darken the skies?"

He wondered how long would this darkness last

He molds himself within the stills of the night

And at the first glitter of light this monster has awakened

It had been dark for several days

The only light being that which casts away over the ocean

Far in the distance

What began as gray and gloom

Soon turned into a pitch black cradle we all exist from

Far in the distance

At the dawning of the opening of the skies

So were the eyes of this mild-mannered monster

Without any resistance

With cunning senses, this intensely evil, unsuspecting predator

Could take your spirit within an instance

Iron sharpens iron, the tools of the trade

Blades which have been prepared for what seemed like forever

At last – the time has come again

For him to quench his thirst for blood

Ever so clever

The first prey hadn't a chance in the world

Being moved on ever so swiftly

Having their flesh pressed against titanium blades

A dagger which has faced the screams of many men

In those days who have been slayed

From victim to victim

This silent rage took on a stage of uncontrolled madness

Leaving behind trails of corpses

Directly under the nose of those who protected them

And just as the light came and he began his slaughter

So came the night, he slowed down his horror

To an empty calmness, where he'd reflect

"I am not of this world"

Saving his best kill for last, he falls on his sword

Coup de Theatre

Part 4

[Epilogue: Busdriver]

[*clears throat*]

And as the curtain closes

An overwhelming sense of awe

Settles under the collective consciousness of the audience

For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens

They can no longer seek refuge driving to their cul-de-sacs in their SUV's

Nor relate to the bourgeois

Nor indulge their spendthrift

When the remnants of their former selves sit there

Still engrossed in the theatre piece

They were supposed to cheer at their seats

But they ended up running shitless, condemning the cast

For casually re-enacting such tumultuous happenings

Between men

But what really is it?

A lived-in quirk

A smitten curse

A written work

That no one understands

Coup de Theatre