Waiting For Godot
Two bums dance under a paper moon
Silly stinky ragamuffins show that dirt is not dead
In an unending stage call of human drama
Dreary shuffling of old boots on dry earth
Postponing the present
in the hopes of an improved uncertain future
When will he arrive?
Who?
Godot
Oh Godot..
Who else did you think I was waiting for?
No one
Then we are in agreement, we are both here for the same reason.
Yes.
Then we’ll wait
Yes we will wait
