Oh, what art

The gift for  imitation   is an art
Needs eyes and face and mind to work as one;
And who would dare to play the darkest parts?

To reproduce another being’s heart;
To manifest a self  till acting’s done.
The gift for imitation is an art

To  play another, may one’s soul contort;
Although a little demon may be fun.
But who would dare to play the darkest part?

I’d sooner play a demon than a tart
Especially if I had a  piper and a drum
The gift for imitation, oh,  what art.

When we play  adult games we have no charts
And we know too many use a gun
But who would  dare to play the darkest parts?

We  face a trump and devils may become
Our fellow citizens   till all’s undone.
The  gift for  imitation   is an art
Yet  will  he dare to play the darkest part?