The sandwich maker

What will you create in the theater of your life
when everyone turns around in the audience and you are in the light
Imagine your voice is the one people hear and laugh
Your every action has become the current joke

Up the stairs toward the theater sweet strangely shaped plums hang from a nearby tree
You may imagine the flavor as the eaters sigh in pleasure
you take the next step up toward the limelight and forbidden food
In the conference hall the sandwich is prohibited

Everything is banned except for mockery
Mockery is down by law
Every face in the theater is on you, the spotlight is on you
No one is watching the stage

At the back of the theater the sandwich maker works hidden in the foyer
making hundreds of prohibited sandwiches for the noble mockers
The infallible trendsetters accumulating fear
and those unbeknownst to the fact they will be next