I do not mind being a caricature, but I wish I could have been one of the better clichés, Mailroom clerk rises to the top, Boy down on his luck kicks over a genie bottle (wishes for a thousand wishes on his last turn), Didn’t know the one he loved was RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM ALL THIS TIME WEARING LIBRARY GLASSES AND HELPING HIM SEDUCE THE PROM QUEEN.
I am: Grasshopper played all summer long taunting the ants and now he’s got nothing to eat.
I keep telling everyone how funny I am. They are starting to believe.
2 comments:
I believe. You're a riot. Even if you make people want to shoot you in the face.
I don't really see the difference between Grasshopper and a starving artist.
And people LIKE starving artists.
Or maybe they like to see artists starve. Sorry.
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