10-21-2012, 12:52 PM
If I could make people laugh, I'd do it in a second.
To fill my stage with abandon, the gentle whims of fairies
who dance among lovers like happy children,
would be a greater art. That isn't the gift I was given.
Instead, I'm destined to be the bearer of bad news,
standing at the stage's lip with my script raised high,
screaming despair into everyone's face.
Perverts, killers, undead fiends, Hell's furnace
and Evil himself, this is my world, darlings;
all the little cherubs hide in their mothers' coats
when my shows come to town. If I could make 'em laff!
I'd be a big shot then. A real Someone
with a message to spread, a message of hope
and no Pandora. I'd make 'em laff 'til they fell from their chairs,
and me on my stage with a jolly great grin.
To fill my stage with abandon, the gentle whims of fairies
who dance among lovers like happy children,
would be a greater art. That isn't the gift I was given.
Instead, I'm destined to be the bearer of bad news,
standing at the stage's lip with my script raised high,
screaming despair into everyone's face.
Perverts, killers, undead fiends, Hell's furnace
and Evil himself, this is my world, darlings;
all the little cherubs hide in their mothers' coats
when my shows come to town. If I could make 'em laff!
I'd be a big shot then. A real Someone
with a message to spread, a message of hope
and no Pandora. I'd make 'em laff 'til they fell from their chairs,
and me on my stage with a jolly great grin.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe