"A Throne!"
b'\\u201cA Throne!\\u201d\\nby Franklyn Monk\\n\\n\\u201cYou, you,\\u201d he points at you,\\n\\u201cYou can\\u2019t be in my audience,\\u201d\\nAnd collapses.\\n\\nThere are no stagehands here\\nTo shuffle away his bones,\\n\\u201cIt\\u2019s a one man show!\\u201d\\n\\nHe now understands his mistake,\\nBut he\\u2019s proud of shrinking\\nThe universe down to a man.\\nWho does that?\\n\\u201cThe Artist!\\u201d he\\u2019ll inevitably cry\\nAnd laugh because it\\u2019s ludicrous.\\n\\n\\u201cI took tickets too.\\u201d\\nAnd he cleaned the aisles\\nAnd he built you a throne\\nWith cheesecloth and cardboard,\\n\\u201cAnd my soul!\\u201d Yes, yes, of course.\\n\\nAnd there now you are\\nIn the throne he constructed\\nAnd he\\u2019s not ready to be seen or heard\\n\\u201cOr exist!\\u201d No, no, of course.\\n\\n\\nhttp://fmonk.quasigentsia.com/archives/5542'