Trapped

[Wildcard]

Hi Jill,
I have been lax in my crit duties lately. Please forgive me. I was a little out of the loop on this one because I have never heard of Noel Coward before I read this. After Googling his name and rhubarbing, I feel that I can possible contribute some useful feedback.

I’m an extra
rhubarbing my way
through a scene from a Noel Coward play
this is my life
no-one knows
I’d win a Buddha look-alike game --'game' is a little odd to me, but this might be a localized misunderstanding. 'contest' is what I immediately felt was the better word, but again, it might be a AmE/BrE thing.
my brain doesn’t wave
it shakes its fist
my face shows no trace
it remains still --Is this line needed? I read it without the last line and felt it was just as effective if not more.

Sorry I didn't have a lot to say, but I think that it's a fine poem as-is. Thanks for sharing.