It's Janua---Oh, no, it's not.

I was about to type in "It's January!" for the title, but I realized it was already February. I told myself I'd be posting at least one book review here before February comes but I've been to busy memorizing human bones (I'm currently memorizing the muscles, yo), busy with my life, and everything in between. And I wasn't able to read any new book. At all. So, before March comes marching in (no pun intended) I guess I'd have to put something in this blog. Here's an allegorical poem I made some weeks ago. If you're reading this (I wonder why you do), feel free to drop in your comments and interpretations, since the ones Y!A-ers provided weren't able to hit the bull's-eye.



Mr. Johnny
Tonight, Mr. J plays his biggest role
And trembles like never before.
The curtains open; the lights, they blind
As the crowd claps, and claps some more.

Mr. J has given up
Everything to reach this part.
He sweat, he cried, he even killed
Although by killing he killed his heart.

They say, To be effective and real an actor
One must truly feel
The woes and joys of his character
The very being, from hair to heel.

But alas, alas, instead he plays
The role of the boy John.
He skips and struts, and moves with grace
And forgets why he has come.

Only after the show is done
And the music stops, the lights dim
Does Mr. J terribly realize
How big a mess he put himself in.

For years, he tried to hide Johnny
And bury him with his past
So he could fully be Mr. J
And be an actor at last!

But he failed! He failed! After all this time.
Ah, the poor, poor little Johnny
But what is this? The people stand
And clap, and throw him posies.

The crowd is enchanted, it is deceived.
Bravissimo! Bravissimo! They all say
As Mr. J bows to his happy audience
And wipes a tear away.


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