In the land of tips
In the land of tips
Everything has a price;
Nothing is free,
Everyone wants their slice.
Orchestrated to extract
In some overt pact
Using pantomime from the dawn of time
Where reality is the greatest crime.
It’s a plastic pastiche
Of what once was.
Glimpse the culture
Through the gloss.
As each act unfurls,
The set uncurls
And cast repels.
It’s all so very nice
While the audience is prepared
To pay the price.
But if they deign to pass?
Opher 20.3.2019
Long ago I can imagine the market square was quite a sight. The performers were there to impress and gain reward from the local populace. They performed the things which the locals enjoyed or were amazed by.
Now it is a plastic replica of those by-gone days. A repugnant and extremely pushy bunch, perform a pantomime for the tourists. Nothing is real.
Everything is OK if you have the means to pay, but should you turn away, the mood rapidly changes.
