and the curtain is raised.
The tawny platinum blonde
is firmly in place.
How she's dazzled and
hypnotized all those
poor saps in the audience for
the past two hours.
They stand and cheer,
they hoot and holler
and throw themselves at
her feet.
They throw her roses,
bathe her in white light
and anoint her as a god.
Out of the glare,
out of the limelight,
there I am, in costume,
rueing her.
I'm far more talented,
tons more expressive,
and a whole lot better at
what I do
than she.
But I'm just shrewd enough,
just kind enough,
and just enough of a pro
not to let her know.
My day will come.
And I'll bide my time.
Soon the light and love
will be mine.
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