Lights, Camera, Bloopers
“Come on, you got nothing on me!”
“You’re right, nothing on you is mine.”
Comebacks are things I’m certainly not good at.
I’m the one who gets roasted like a chunk o’ meat.
“Oh, uh, well… I don’t know…”
“Of course you don’t. You never do.”
I always stutter. No matter how hard I try.
Words aren’t my thing.
“First things first, I’m a say all the words inside my head.
“I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been.”
I love to sing and play instruments.
Music is my thing.
“What do you think of my drawing?”
“It’s ok, I guess.”
I always draw random things I see.
Scenery, people, items, flowers, anything.
No one has the same quirks as another.
Everyone is one of a kind.
My quirks make my bloopers
which make every production come together.
-written 2/4/18
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