Starstruck?

Pair of actors walk down a lonely corner of the Opera.
The aesthetics of theater work,
That aristocratic trot, synchronized feet
The heeled reach, a haughty bob to the side and
That most piercing glance, so transparent at same
Such dramaturges, highly opinionated of clear emotions
Injurious acts of grace on stage
Language of those who slam
Urban acts of revolt, a swim of unitards and toes
Starstruck?
Confine that energy to leave
The sous-chef from hell
He who guards the closet of flames
A declaration of fake love
What the hell happened to our world
Why to wonder the aftermath
Eyes, flagrant murder or snob
School of duh, urbanology of dramatics
Who says repetition isn’t admitted here
Effluence of dismantled words
Fantasize on the incomprehensible
Never to go against stereotypes,
Support and ditch, so-called strategy
Get used to our times, lesson of the young
A favorable race, above the dollar line
Ready to double-talk the Forbes
Lyrical reactions to the usual turning point
Theater art never responds to this
Flasks of confidence down the drain
Witches jinx, what can you say
Starstruck?
Geyser of cash through the recession
Familiar ironic voices
Resonate now and again, sporadic sarcasm
A fugly reality to admit and an increase
Two things we’ll never
Theater open to all, gay straight lines and wobbles
Join the tumultuous resign of two
Hangnail of the stage
Bite away, the scene is on little boy
Douse the excitement, fail, is on its way
Boom boom, spectators lose character
Starstruck?
Flummox the thinkers of today with simple text
Complicated genes have flowed through time
Generate a generation of lows
Neigh neigh, onomatopoeia
As if….
Swagger back, injury of an artist
Exceed expectations of the none
Heroism of unknown talent
Play-list of wannabe wishes
Who breaks down first?
Starstruck?