They don’t know

They don’t know my flare for the dramatic
Not a clue the talent I possess,
Pretty girls but not much in the attic
Face to face with genius, and they never guess.
They don’t know they’re staring at an artist
Highly trained to take on any role
Skilful mime and brilliant laundry cart-ist
Seeking retribution for the life they stole.

I almost acted Chekhov, Ibsen Shaw Moliere
I almost starred as Peter Pan
Imagine moi midair
I almost tackled Shakespeare, a blushing Juliet-
And if the house were big enough I still could play her yet!

They don’t know I’m hotter news than Duse
Helen Hayes and Bernhard all in one
They’re on top, and I look like a loser
Wait and see who’s standing when my play is done

So welcome all you bright young ladies
You’re checking in to Hotel Hades
I won’t stand by while critics praise you
You’re getting shipped to South East Asia
But they don’t know
They don’t know
Sad to be all alone in the world
But they - don’t - know