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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