Hard Facts
I signed up
I put my name on the line
To take a turn at happiness
And forget the sublime
They took me in a room
And said “take off your clothes”
We need to see if you’re gifted
Or simply disposed
Well I guess I missed the mark
I was an inch or two too short
So I guess that I'll never be
A friend of Deep Throats
It seems like a pity
Because I thought that
I could act
But it ain’t about that
And that’s a cold hard fact.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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