The Scratch

"The curtain drops. The show herself. The air!
A show. A certain party takes a job
until the morning, if a show in town.
The funny thing about the show herself.

The act. The act. The show. 'A bottle of
champagne, lieutenant?' We were nothing but
the author says 'The Cadillac, the stage,
in such a fluffy ruffles, I suppose.'

The leading lady for a chance. The stage.
The way, the show, a jug! The way, the scratch!
The prima donna, and a chorus girl,
because the stage, the wind in his success."



Text:
Kenneth McGaffey, The Sorrows of a Show Girl