Who’s Running the Show?

We were ordered to walk into the theater. We pick up a program to find out why we are here, but all it says is “give a big cheer.” Armed blind, fools wait a top for the moment we get out of line, making us follow Their idea of design. To supposedly make our lives neater says Them.

We must sit their to be entertained, but no one knows what is going on, nothing is explained. Ushers composed of silhouettes walk down the aisles to pass down little bags of snacks. I ask them what it is, because I do not like the way the snacks fizz. The curtains open and the lights dim. The music plays and what we hear, makes me feel like my body is flowing with beer. I try to fight it and cover my ears, I defeat some of the sound and give a small cheer. They should have had warned us what was to happen next.

A fellow all dressed in yellow emerged from the dock. He bared a sack of solid rock. The yellow man started to jump around. His hat and feet jingled but his face wore a frown. The people laughed in merry and praise. How could these people be pleased by this, are they in a daze? The yellow man ceased the jig and asked for volunteers to come on stage and make their problems disappear. He chooses 5 victims to lay his hand upon. I had suddenly realized what was going on! He wanted them to mow his lawn! But no, it was much more complicated than that! He hit them in the head with the sound of a gat!

How could he do this? This act is madness, I must get out of here in seek of gladness. In the 16th row back I sat, I stood up on my seat as firm as concrete and announced to everyone, “we must not be beat!” A few rose to my attention in desire of the ascension. We made a charge for the source of light, and turned the switch to its limit of height. The captors sizzled and fizzled, they all looked like cheese whizzled. I exited the theater, but to my dismay, as I looked off into the bay, the battle that is to come, will not delay.