:: An exercise in morland superiority ::

Friday, March 14, 2003

The second floor of my building is a mecca for struggling actors. I wrote a poem about it. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:

Napping on the couch at 10 in the morn,
Oblivious to their building-mates' scorn,
Aspiring thespians rich and poor,
They come to the second floor.

Grins on their faces, and eyes full of stars,
Working their nights clearing tables at bars,
Clogging the elevators and holding the door,
On their way up to the second floor.

Being square is the ultimate taboo,
Easily quashed with a visible tattoo,
Histrionic showoffs to the core,
The infestation of the second floor.

Certain their workshop dues will land them in plays,
As their screaming exercises waft up the shaft ways,
Get used to disillusionment - start developing a rapport,
It's got permanent tenure on the second floor.

Feeling blessed to be free and alive,
Not a single one older than twenty-five,
Loafing naifs that I abhor,
All come to the second floor.

Sloppy meter and a flawed rhyming scheme,
Won't absolve me of guilt for being so mean,
But hold off on criticism, please - I implore,
Until you've laid eyes on the wretched second floor.

Posted by morland @ 11:09 AM

:: Comments ::

A brief rebuttal from floor 2:

This Morland has flouted us, razzed us, and ribbed us,
Himself cought between the Scylla and Charybdis,
O Morland we implore you, even if you don't mean it,
Don't chide our dear floor until you have seen it.

Posted by: on March 14, 2003 12:18 PM

cought?? Colledge??

Posted by: on March 14, 2003 12:21 PM

I wrote a poem, too. It's about the second floor of our old apartment on the nights when you had a date:

When she sees the sink-mess,
That covey of confused pubes,
She'll surely take off her pink dress,
And let me touch those boobs.

The toothbrush doesn't whir just any ol' night.

Do you like?

Posted by: Grenergy on March 15, 2003 06:50 PM

Those actors were under control when I was there. Don't make me come back there.

Posted by: Stecker on March 24, 2003 03:25 AM

- Post a comment -

« Tea time | Main | Funshine. »