The whole life of those societies in which modern conditions of production prevail presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.”
Guy Dubord

We see all our doings as scenes
And a day’s life will begin now
With our sets being rolled out.

It will be our big scene after all,
We proclaim, stretching arms
Expanding the world in them.

We live proxy lives and times
A cat’s nine in love and death.
We live our love large in scope .

We drop sounds on our nights.
Our fury signifies much scene.
It’s significance lies on words.

Our words are stage prompts
Our costumes play out a scene
From green room to the stage.

We are behind this fourth wall
Of grand Shakespearean stage.
We live our spectacles grandly.