Monday, 18 May 2009
Oh, where have those daze gone, the juggeling daze (the other daze can stay the hell where they are)
Everytime i look in my bag, my 3 juggeling balls look out at me, as if to say ´Pick me up´, like some baby in some riomanian orphanage, and i dont, i say maybe later, maybe it was a phase i was going through, maybe i´ve learnt to let go and now maybe i´ve done that i´ve left the jubbeling balls go too.
I think it´s lost it´s appeal and they still look out as if to say ´Mamma´, i´d like to give them away (to a good home) or throw them at someone, but i dont have the bals to do it.
Do i need more testicles, because that was one of the pointes in learning juggeling, to play with my balls in public without offending anyone visually.
Sure i would announce it for everyone, ´I´d rather be playing with my balls´, but then it wouldn´t be as bad as it sounds, it never is, is it?
Scribbled by: The long acre... on Monday, May 18, 2009