Juggling's
my life, the park is my home
For
me not a wife, not a hearth, not a home.
Women
distract me, and put me through hell,
The
park people love me, and pay me as well!
I
practice each day without an exception,
A
vid for aerodenetic acrobatic perfection.
And
now I'm the greatest, I haven't a match,
I
don't have to say it, just look at that catch!
I
began as a boy trading fruit from a truck,
I
tried to, albeit, without too much luck.
Till
I started to juggle the fruit in the street,
Whirling
and twirling to an eurythmical beat.
"But
an apple, banana! Buy something!" I cried!
And
they did, and that's when I first realized,
Something
to which I was then unaware,
There's
money in throwing stuff up in the air.
But
the throng is the reason I come to the park,
(As
long as I'm out of there long before dark.)
To
keep them, because I know no love's forever,
I
offered them my single most dangerous stunt ever.
"Japanese
machetes, razor sharp and foot long!
(Please,
God, don't let me do anything wrong!)"
A
crowd quickly gathered out in Washington Square,
My
public, my parish, my loved ones all there.
I
appeared and they cheered as I bravely began,
Passing
blades back and forth from left to right hand.
I
was stunning, stupendous, divinely adept,
They
loved me so much I quite nearly wept.
I
glanced at the crowd, I shouldn't have, though,
For
there I saw Betty, down in the third row.
With
the blades I began to now battle and struggle,
For
Betty, who left me, was watching me juggle.
I
started to shake, my synchronicity waning,
"God!
Concentrate and remember your training!
Your
feet are a fixture of the pavement below,
Every
feat is a picture, each pose a tableau!"
"Show
her your skill, your deeds and dexterity,
Show
her until she concedes her temerity!
Here
we go, Betty, I'll show you now how,
Many
people here love me when I take my bow."
"Big
finish folks, this feat's never been done,
I
flip up the blades and catch them all! One,
Two,
three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!"
Unfortunately,
I was juggling ten at the time.
I
stood there a moment, alas and alack,
A
foot-long machete stuck in my back.
Next
morning I died, we all have our flaws.
Love,
though, survived, you should have heard the applause!