Reel to reel surreal

From age to age from surreal

to reel to reel

the sound man shouting in your ears

the sets are chaos the mic’s are primed

the canned laughter ready and waiting

your scripts your hopes thrown up in the air

the cast have quit  and your directors not there

the audience are down the road on another lot

i think that might be my lot

thats the thing about fears

your question everything

you don’t get past go

and now I’m pushing a broom around

to canned laughter