On Stage

Some more, you slipped
A moment I always longed to savor
I crack my rusted knuckles... Loud enough for you to hear
Disrupted from your act...I take a bow on my seat
The spotlight will be on top of your head
An easy target for crumpled letters and cigarette packs
I am ready...ready to see you sweat furiously
Humiliation was beyond my gratitude.
Gratitude was beyond your comprehension
I cancelled my retainer adjustment schedule
Back to my workshift of waiting for your ingenious plan
I should have had this discomfort appliance refitted.
Now... With your last act on the verge of collapse
I hold back these hands from making applause
The teeth gnashing to halt from liberating chastising words.
Let them decide while I eagerly shove a wad of popcorn.

11/8/98
You should get my drift!

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