Aha my days of being an upright salad bowl are over!
Now the memory of tomato juice sloshed in my eyes fades,
and I scarce can see the bruises left by the idiots too ignorant
to know not to throw squash … jeesh.
No those days are behind me, so far I can only see the
dust they left in their wake - in their haste to flee
stumbling tripping over themselves, shielding their eyes
from the sheer brilliance that is … me.
For I, the juggler renowned throughout all kingdoms,
have practiced my noble art. Failure has honed this
blade that is my skill and worked my fingers to nimble
quality tossing the balls now with ease.
Now that I am worthy of praise all who once doubted my prowess
shall fall and writhe with inner turmoil as their skeptism once
a fortress beneath their feet crumbles to sand.
Gaze now upon this act and see. See?