Pigs with sticks.

It is a world of illusions, is this the final spin? searching for something real beneath a veneer of plastic skin. Trapped in a wax museum where I am chased around by pigs with sticks that want to catch me and throw me into a mental institution...apparently i didn't pay the fee at the door. I never signed up for this and i never asked to be here in the first place! I tell one of them that has me pinned in a corner. He askes for my I.D. and if I am branded by the mark of the beast. I laugh as the curtain closes...and his face melts into a puddle on the floor.