Tell Me True Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Come in, my dear. Sit down and relax
as I go over your file, he said. It says
here that you have had numerous
friends and lovers in show biz -
ah, I see by your grin that it's true!
You're the kind of woman we need
for our next production. What?
You need more than just another role
as a second fiddle to the lead?
Perhaps that can be arranged,
he said. My dear, you do have
such rich potential for the role
we have in mind for you. OK
with you then? Check in with
Mr Yrotaval on your way out!

The door slammed shut.

Nasty one, that! he sighed.