I’m acquainted with fun

And its many names,

And I know everyone likes to play

Their own version 

Of the same old games 

Over and over.

And his line was, “Actions speak louder than words.”

Then without letting me say my next one,

He blurted another: “I want you to be sweet and nice!”

“Well, want in one hand 

And put turds in the other,

And see which hand fills up faster,” 

Was the next line

Some improvisational creator 

Had suddenly scribbled in for me to say.

But I stayed quiet, as if I’d forgotten my line.

I’m going to ruin this play

By walking off stage,

And let my actions speak 

A louder theme from a greater scene this time.

For most actions are really just acts that people put on,

And people, just actors

With masks for the ball.

And words are just gossip

That actors say, usually 

In very poorly written plays.

And I have my pre-canned lines, too,

Usually something trite

That some cowboy poet 

From West Texas might write,

Like, “If you want the game to be fun

And nice, ya might try not pissin’

In your own Post Toasties.”

But sometimes, someone does something 

Sooooooooooooo meaningful and true

In the weird limbo behind the curtains.

And I guess I’m a little more into that scene right now,

So I’ll just say, “How now, Brown Cow?”

And exit stage left.

-jenn