Literally

 Literally this is what’s going on as we speak.

Mechanicals have answered their mobiles.

They are working on the props between smokos.

Fairies consort with some fairly ordinary royals.

Whatever’s in that drink it’s messing with their minds.

We don’t mind if we do, say they. They’re on.

Like, literally, how can something so wrong

Feel so right and why does everyone around

Laugh at the wrong moments? That should be so right.

Literally it’s already later as we speak these words.

The plot’s forgot, the director’s gone home.

They dream through habitations all their own.

Literally, who has space for this emotion

That is so much yes, only to turn out no?