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Gym Fraud

All the gym's a stage And all the pale boys merely players; Unconvincing ones, too. At the theatre entrance I part with pride For a curious form of Vaudeville. The maxims of inertia invert. No longer are the masters Of the ruling class. To make up for their deficit, They perform: Cackle, strut, and prance disgustingly, Strive insensitively to sound “street,” To be street. (Street actors.) It must be black magic To float over concrete, To steer balls Into circles. Audience: the girls and I, But especially The dark magicians themselves, Who either sponsor their imitators, Or disapprove and sneer. Cheated of my cash again, I hurry backstage And recognize the actors Without their costumes, Sporting familiarity: Hollister, Jansport, Abercrombie. The bell rings; they exit; The shoe polish Washes off their faces; They morph Into rich white boys Once more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 3/26/2016 3:17:00 AM
Jimmy Qin, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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Jimmy Qin
Date: 3/29/2016 7:17:00 PM
Thanks skat! I'm just a high schooler who likes poetry :)