Constance La France Poet Verse

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Theater of the Absurd

I

What if this life is a play,
and we the actors each day,
an insane play for sick and sadistic amusement.

II

Oh, then life would be nothing,
existence would mean not a thing,
all our pain and suffering just a absurd plot.

III

The dead just discarded actors,
our life determined by chapters,
a chapter written by a mean, evil higher being.

IV

Perhaps this life is an experiment,
for some species entertainment,
in a theater absurd where we are zoo animals.

V

Or maybe whatever we do,
we play our part then its adieu,
our destiny planned, each path, our story written.

VI

We are part of a theater absurd,
we play a part word for word,
oh, wouldn't such a play be a sad, sad, sad read.

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February 2, 2017

Poetry/Verse/Theater of the Absurd
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 872-099-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Inspired by the contest, Theater of the Absurd
sponsor, Kia Michael Neuman

Eighth Place

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Mark Martin March 1, 2017 at 3:42 PM Can relate to this - sometimes feels we're in a puppet show or a soap opera. Congratulations on your win BW. All the best! Mark :-)

Agnes Krampe February 28, 2017 at 4:35 PM It sure sometimes feels like this. Congrats on your placement.

John Hamilton February 28, 2017 at 10:13 AM This is great poetry Constance for me would have placed very high in this contest. Congrats on a fine placement!

Kai Michael Neumann February 28, 2017 at 9:43 AM Yes we are the theatre and we are absurd. But then a little bit of poetry keeps us sane. This is a very good poem. Congratulations, Kai

John Lawless February 4, 2017 at 7:09 AM CURTAIN CALL......ROSES.....APPLAUSE... We open next week in Peoria.....BW I have thoughts along these lines on occasion....every morning it seems like someone SHOUTS.....LIGHTS.....CAMERA...ACTION

Andrea Dietrich February 3, 2017 at 6:27 PM wow, Constance. I have no clue how to do this one!! You really nailed it in my opinion!! SEven

Tim Smith February 3, 2017 at 10:47 AM An amazing poem...it would be sad....hugs Constance

White Wolf February 2, 2017 at 10:57 PM Too true! It would be! I loved all six verses as they fell into play with one another beautifully!