After Seeing Your Act
Your madness seems to delight,
In dancing upon a blank canvass!
You appear to be stalking
For a stroke of genius to appear.
To capture sustained youthful movements!
What would you do If I told you...
I am just a bystander passing through,
And not an artist at all?
In fact,
After seeing your act...
I wouldn't let you come near to touch,
Or juggle 'my' balls!
They were squeezed in that last circus I lived!
Your performance I wouldn't think of paying for.
It lacks depth of character.
And a willingness to give it up for free!
I can hardly feed myself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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