Fall-Room Dancing

[seen through 2020 vision]

 

Dancing was an easy thing

until I fell face-first

and all the judges sneered and laughed

declaring me the worst

 

‘Aha!” I thought, ‘and there it is,

it’s a blessing, not a curse!

I can be a fool and fail

and still end up in first!’

 

As my nose, it bled, my throbbing head

exploded into verse:

‘There’s no need to think or care,

to ponder or rehearse!’

 

‘It’s just a waste of energy

to in logic get immersed,

you see, it’s what you want to see,

be it backward or reversed!’

 

Before I rose up off the floor

I’d declared myself alert,

my face, it smarted, but not my brain!

the truth no longer hurt

 

Call me a fool, it’s just a name,

but there’s no need to call a nurse,

especially not a mental one,

they’re judgmental and too terse

 

Then I stood up to proudly stand

there in my bloody shirt,

perhaps I cannot dance at all,

but talent’s just a curse

 

I say I won, and there you go!

your presumptions have been burst,

you can scream and wail and curse and all,

but reality’s been reversed!