By Punnus Man
Walk out towards the spotlight
Walk out on the stage
Hold your shoulders upright
But throw back your head with rage
The spotlight melts the candles
There’s fire in the hole
Pull back on the handle
Watch the numbers roll
The ones who work the spotlights are the ones who make the rules
They work the little puppets like a tinker works his tools
The orchestra is carving notes, the maestro sways and pleads
Dancing ‘round the spotlight, the shadows bend and bleed
And the spotlight shines
All your fears defined
And the spotlight turns
As your dreams are burned
Walk out towards the spotlight
Be sure to take a bow
A fresh leg broken every night
The critics show you how
The spotlight frames the mirror
Reflections start to bend
You speak your lines much clearer
When the show’s about to end.
Waxings 
Punny…those last few lines are haunting, especially:
You speak your lines much clearer
When the show’s about to end.