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Acting is cutting off your hand to spite the playwright’s pen

Ego jerking itself off and calling it “art”

The occupation (I refuse to call it a profession) is filled with

Sniveling, vain, emotionally retarded,

Frustration starved, adrenaline addicted jerks

Who didn’t get enough rejection when they were teenagers

All dying to be in the movies

So their ego spew can be immortalized on celluloid

And worshipped by millions in future generations

Face it; actors are dirt, the scum of the earth

They had the right idea in previous centuries

When actors were treated as moral bankrupts

On a par with prostitutes and drug addicts

I could go on, but that’s my cue

And I don’t want to miss my entrance