There's Lear
The long Darwinian drama
plays out scene by the seen
with no particular audience ever:
100 billion background actor
redundancy (and counting).
Any encore eternal return
performance stand-in understudies at best,
improved morality an “aside”
to fit in a King Kong cameo.
The one-night-only improv
tragicomedy debuts
with little parental guidance
and zero wisdom: Take my life… please.
A kid at first must distinguish
from a goat before any routine
forgives for the practice cheat
who mines ability and tuned skills,
a winning musical score for dance.
A solar spotlight bit-part cast
rehearses to substitute sapiens effort
for evolved DNA character.