Performers, Get Fed

Performers, get fed

Return to the fountain of your youth

Lest you continually drink from an empty well

and sing and speak with a mouth so dry

it spurts out dust and fly

instead of living waters.

 

Sit in the stands, in the pews

Be one with the audience, the congregation

Remember what drew you to the altar, the stage

in the first place.

 

We must be born again daily

or die slowly,

turning not into an aging beauty

but a skipping vinyl

playing the same song again and again

til people cup their hands over their ears

and either throw you out the window

or simply walk away.