Poem: Tart!

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.


4 June 2015

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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