I think it all
Started to go wrong
When the first singer
Stepped out from the chorus.
The hero needed a villain
So another stepped away.
The chorus cheered and booed
And told us which was which.
But it never seemed to stop
And now I am typing
For a virtual audience
Of people convinced
They are heroes too.
Maybe they are, because
I’ve forgotten the story,
Or why I’m performing,
And there’s no chorus
To remind me what the hell
I am so mad at.