This Is Not An Open Mike This is a celebration A carnival ride through the night Don't waste yr time and tickets waiting on line for the big ride Three hours for a three-minute splash of the dizzies The parachute jump when bumper cars and Ferris wheels are screaming out yr name When cotton candy vendors hold rights to a mystery date Hell, take anything from the top shelf Everyone's a winner! This is not an open mike This is a bordello rented from yr secret dreams A Pocket Book fantasy of what could be with Poe and Toulouse Lautrec at the beck and call of the Oscar Wilde Each act a room of possibilities Turn yr sorry songs into harlots and fire-eaters Get out yr bullwhip and beat yr superego, parent-pleasing soul into a frenzy of dropped chords, false bridges and sly mistakes This is not an open mike I am not on a number You are not a number This club has long ago severed its tether and slipped into the ether We are in Dorothy's house spinning madly towards Oz Laws of gravity have been replaced with laws of levity There is no job no cubicle no sitcom no on-line no reality for you to return to Time is flying This is not an open mike You are sitting next to a breathing human being Miles of arteries and a heart red and juicy pumping blood filled with oxygenated cells Bioelectricity shooting at the speed of thought Storehouses of billions of moments Each one a poem of God and love That is why you are singing That is why you are going to get on stage This is not an open mike This is your life!