The Sub-personality Symphony

‘To wake the Soul by tender strokes of art’ at Richmond Theatre, photo is my own

Come one, come all,
an orchestra of dysfunction will play.

Mr. Critic and his trumpet glare on,
all set to drown out cheer and applause.

Ah there’s Miss. Rebel on the violin
Sigh! deliberately out of tune again.

Little Mini-me struggling to reach the piano,
timidly plays with the triangle instead.

Dame Resting Bitch arrives stylishly late,
dragging her harp, in walks Mr. Doormat.

Ms.People-Pleaser hides behind the bass drum,
having a panic attack as the conductor struts in.

The Seductress adjusts the slit on her dress
yet again, the Cello plays second fiddle to its mistress.

Mr.Manic-and-in-denial rocks back and forth
he should have practiced his flute some more.

A sea of chaos as the conductor steps up,
At last a deafening silence pervades.