Studio (Psalm) 23

Applauding 'The Shepherds',
I did not want
to lie about in the green room
drinking still water,
but he makes me.
Restores me to fitness -
keeps me straight, you know what I mean.
His name is on the show
after all.
Yay, though the audience is live,
we are all afraid of dying:
his schtick and the gofers
are a comfort to me.
The table is covered in canapés
and he keeps the critics out.
The head massage keeps me loose,
this gig is paying off the scale:
I’m going to stay in this studio,
forever.