We have seated the lepers in the privileged chairs and for the rest of the crowd we've kept the back seats
You seat 3 rows behind and your pop corn tastes sour and your ecstatic ego is bleeding now
In the front row the human deluge feasts with your broken nerves and disappointment
One bell rings
Two bells ring
Three bells ring
The pale faces. The hateful metamorphosis.
The crowd becomes the leper and the leper becomes the viewer.
The play starts and the lepers smile cattily.