Zip
One night I spelled out my name
in neon lights.
Before I knew it, everyone was
flocking to me. I was the main event.
I performed a routine I had
practiced far too little.
When I was done, they sat in
awed silence, before shaking the
place with raucous applause and whistles.
People from far away heard about the performance
and soon it was standing room only.
They asked for an encore and
I did it again. And again. Before long,
people began to say my act looked
rehearsed. They had seen it all before.
They had had enough.They started filing out.
A few kind souls stayed on, but then they left, too,
not with disdain but worse, disappointment.
The man who lived there took down my name.
“Do you know who this belongs to?” he asked.
in neon lights.
Before I knew it, everyone was
flocking to me. I was the main event.
I performed a routine I had
practiced far too little.
When I was done, they sat in
awed silence, before shaking the
place with raucous applause and whistles.
People from far away heard about the performance
and soon it was standing room only.
They asked for an encore and
I did it again. And again. Before long,
people began to say my act looked
rehearsed. They had seen it all before.
They had had enough.They started filing out.
A few kind souls stayed on, but then they left, too,
not with disdain but worse, disappointment.
The man who lived there took down my name.
“Do you know who this belongs to?” he asked.