I realized today
What a true thespian is
A thespian is a liar
An actor of great renoun
Fake tears and shimmering smiles
A talker and a prentender
Stealer of hearts
And claimer of roses
A thief in every sense but law
Taking the words and the stage,
Filling them with false life
But once the bowing’s over
The curtain falls closed
The smile fades, the tears are dried
Roses are discarded
The actor does not shed the role
Continuing to wear it as cloak

Oh thespian!
Actor of such renoun!
Bravo, bravo!
But backstage they are far,
Far less impressed with you,
My dear thespian