Another corridor
The chubby naked man with the CRAB mask sits in another corridor.
The chubby naked man with the CRAB mask looks up at the celing. There is a blemish, a mark where the decorator casually ignored a mistake, an error, leaving the blemish for all to see. Perhaps thinking few would stand in the corridor with enough time to look about and notice the blemish.
The chubby naked man with the CRAB mask feels like the blemish. Something forgotten in a corridor where no one was expected to wait.
The chubby naked man with the CRAB mask always makes up adventures to star in, little stories from the news, little events heard in passing, little events to make a dull life seem interesting. Today's adventure is grim, as dark as the corridor, as forgotten as the blemish.
The tannoy announces: THE CRAB AND THE FOX WILL COMMENCE SHORTLY, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE COURTYARD.
The chubby naked man with the CRAB mask sighs and walks down the corridor.
Drab CRAB under the slab
CRAB had ambition, style and a penchant for the dramatic pause
CRAB loved the adulation growing with the thrill of applause
As the thrill got familiar, CRAB sought out the new,
and the new, and the new, CRAB sought out the new
Until CRAB was destroyed by FOX, who knew?
dramatic pause.
