Creepshow - Twelfth Night

Welcome

Welcome

First today to see the creepshow

Come see the exhibits

But do not touch

They cannot bear touch

Here in the freak show

Please do not hang back

It’s hard enough to show people around

The creep show

The creep show

First here on the rack strapped a child’s virgin mind

We see the careful whitecoats

Affix their machines veins

To the pulsing neck side

Checking dials they monitor reaction

She must love her daddy’s banker

She must love her daddy’s banker

For her part in the creepshow

The creepshow

Amanda so sad

Amanda

But let’s brush over sadness

Give her the pills

And diagnose madness

Give her give her give her…

Amanda

Amandahahahahaha

Anymore for any more?

Cyril has-or-might-have-been

Must fill his lust

They let him bayonet robots

As his morning constitutional

To sate his rage

Unless he feels his age

We can’t have that

Sometimes he’ll watch a war-film

On the moron machine in the corner of his cell

Lost in time

Lost in mind

Cyril writhes like smoke

His bigot’s eyes are slashed skin

Their expression none the nicer

For being blank

Amanda still mad

Amanda

still sad…

And so ladies and gentlemen we come to the nerve centre of the whole

Affair, as you will see it is a mirror.

To some it is the mirror of

Dreams, where every passion, desire and action flit through the still

Spaces behind its surface, tantalising yet distant.

Of these many

Stand before it until death.

To others, it is distorting, everything

In it being warped and buckled by fear, yet perceived as reality.

These will cringe before it, wimpering and immobile, though a few

Batter their skulls against the dull sheen, attempting to smash the

Horrors they believe to be in the glass or at least attain oblivion,

Whichever comes first.

Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what

At first appears to be their own image which, however, moves _them_

Saying, «Come On, Wake UP!

Who’s running this show anyway?»

NOW

It’s up to you

Use your free will

You dec

ide

Yes

You you you decide

Whether or not you will return

For if you come again

You’d better bring your ball and chain

Unguided embittered attraction of

The creep show

The creep show

The creep show