They give you a big role
Then send you to the panel
Judges from your peers
Where you feel small
A playground full of cheers
Full of tears
Between the shorts who stands tall
You wear a suit
Not to look smart
Even though you are
Full of self praise,
It’s to hide your sweat
You sweat,
you are in a haze
Like a dancer
driven by a craze
Wearing a suit
looking like a tart
You might as well sneeze
The last of your brains
On a plate
Dinner served, what a tease!
They give you a big role
and a role on the panel
and you feel small
like a sneezed bit of brain
in a hall.
Tart!
4 June 2015
