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It's Magical... Thank You
  It’s magical….thank you
  I don’t care if you believe it to be or not
  I don’t care if you think it is boring, lame or unsatisfactory
  You are still watching it till the very end
  Until the curtain closes
  And the clapping roars
  And the lights dim black
  And while you sit there in your red velvet seat
  Complaining about the script you didn’t write
  My audience will be clamorous
  Speaking highly about the actors I auditioned
  And the musicians I chose and borrowed from Julliard herself 
  You won’t be invited to the after party
  You will still be stuck in that red velvet chair waiting for your date
  Who I did invite to the party
  Who, unlike you, liked my prized masterpiece
  She is sitting with me now actually
  Sipping coffee
  Eating biscuits
  And complementing my dress
  Which I got from Paris last summer
  She hadn’t stopped shaking my hand since she met me
  She keep asking me what I thought of my play
  And I told her humbly that it was just okay
  My garden of lush admires pamper me all night
  Peppering me with smiles and winks
  And once that party ends
  And my help cleans my party’s classy mess
  I make my way to my theater
  The one you are still sitting in
  Waiting for you wife, who went home with another man 
  Your face is blue
  And your patients is growing thin
  As the minutes on your Rolex tick closer to midnight
  The time you desire to be tucked into bed
  Which both you and I know isn’t going to happen
  I approach you and my stage
  That is still sprinkled with the mystic charm from tonight’s performance
  You don’t realize who I am when I take a seat next to you
  You greet me with a sticky smile and you lick your chapped lips
  You’re attractive I’ll give you that
  But you still chewed apart my play so I still consider you a pain in my a**
  You say hello
  I give you a hi back
  You instantly flirt with me, forgetting about your wife, as you lather me in complements 
  The same ones I’ve gotten all night
  Then you start complaining about my play again
  Which I find highly annoying
  And once you ask me what I thought of it
  I stand up
  Walk into the isle and say
  It was magical…thank you
   

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