I went through a stage when I was an actor.
I think the hole in the floor was a factor.
The said “Break a leg,” so I did obey.
Now I have my own cast I don’t have to pay!
Tag Archives: Acting
Think Of A Clown, But Creepy, Then Laugh A Lot And Act Evil…
Jared Leto, as The Joker,
Made “Suicide Squad” tolerable.
Joaquin Phoenix, as The Joker,
Made his film a billion-dollar-able
Heath Ledger, as The Joker,
Took the Oscar world by storm
And Jack Nicholson, as The Joker,
Was creepy, as per the norm.
Cesar Romero, as The Joker,
Was a true comedic villain.
With nothing but his voice
Mark Hamill made The Joker chilling.
Looking at this track record
All I have to say
Is maybe… (bear with me) maybe…
Joker’s an easy roll to play?
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A Commoner Poem
If I were cast in Game of Thrones
I think I’d be a peasant
‘Cause I’m a lousy actor
And my death would be more pleasant.
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Rodin’s “The Age Of Bronze” Talks About His Career Change
I am a person made of bronze,
Carved from orangish metal.
My body looks so human
But I’m closer to a kettle.
I’ll never move, I’ll never speak,
I’ll never love or feel.
I’ll never be a human,
But I’m absolutely real.
I’ll never learn of math or art.
I’ll never know a fact.
I’ll have no skills in anything,
So I guess I’ll have to act.
My body’s perfect, ageless, strong
Although I can’t be dumber
And thus I’ve come to Hollywood,
Renamed “The Up-And-Comer.”
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The Red Shirt Tells All
I graduated first in my class
From the Juilliard theater school.
I auditioned for a sci-fi show
I thought looked pretty cool.
I showed up at the studio
At 6:15 AM
To help film the now-beloved
Sci-fi classic show for them.
I went to see the costume folks.
The gave me scarlet shirts,
And asked me “are you wearing
Something where, if you fall, it hurts?”
With my adamant denial
They sent me to the stage
Where I memorized my script
Which totalled almost half a page.
The crew was very friendly.
The set was very cheep.
They had a token black girl
And the captain was a creep.
I asked about my character.
“What is his last name?”
They said “he doesn’t have one.”
Such was my first taste of fame.
To this day I look back and smile
When I watch that episode
Where 1:17 into it
A monster roars and I explode.
It was my only great achievement,
And I cannot tell a lie
But at least my job stability
Trumped that of Firefly.
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The Daily Travesty 