With all the knowledge that you’ve got,
Each speech should be a breeze.
And yet it’s very clearly not
Because of your dis-ease.
You stumble over every word
And speak too fast as well,
As if you were a flightless bird
That’s on the road to hell.
You must be hard to listen to;
It makes you want to crawl.
And, if the choice were up to you,
You wouldn’t speak at all.
But there’s a need to earn a wage,
And so you step out on the stage.
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The Actor
