The chicken scratch that is your dialogue and stage direction
Barely stands out on the page of your creation.
The white space is your narcissism and egomania,
Overpowering every false word you spew.
Calling you a disgrace would be
A waste of syllables and use of muscle, so I won’t.
Your arrogance is like an alien forcefield, anyway,
So nothing would pass through.
How dare you,
With the potential that you hold,
Belittle, dismiss, and goad your audience,
And with your gaslighting and defensive tactics
Acc...