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Geoa Geer On a Stage Good evening I say As I nervously begin Good evening, good day As my eyes scan the crowd They must see my panic God, they must! With my quivering hand Holding this trembling paper Or my eyes, Who refuse to stop moving What about my voice? Oh God, my voice! Trembling and trembling Like a moth caught in a breeze Or, better yet! A howling, fierce wind, tearing through the air Hunting down the moth that started that damnable monsoon … Lord, it's windy up here .. But! I’m ready now! Don’t give me that look C’mon! I’m ready! Really! Look, here I am On a stage Bright lights blinding Fingers tapping Ears critiquing Eyes staring Most of which, by the way, Are badly hiding Their amusement Of my silly, stupid attempt To speak of something To speak of the little idea-gophers That pop up and down in my head, In and out of my mind Ready to hide at any sign of danger Ahh, the renowned bravery of gophers … But, seriously though I am ready You must not have noticed How psyched I am to be here Scared - hell yea But excited too. And all ‘cuz of those stupid, lil gophers … They chatter, you know, oh how they chatter Of their great-great-uncle’s adventures Of far-off places, With magnificent splendor that fills the heart with joy Of peace that none can fathom Those gophers, They feed rockets to my burning imagination Creating shocking displays of fireworks Sometimes beautiful, sometimes ungainly But they’re there nonetheless ‘Cuz all they want, all I want Is to tell someone of these things To release the fireworks unto the world And see how far they go, if at all Hey, why don’t you come along? Maybe you could rest awhile From life’s dithers and dathers Sit with me, and just listen ‘Cuz I think the show’s about to start
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