This poem took FOREVER to write! I'm not really sure why; I've been so obsessed with Charlie Chaplin lately that I figured it'd only take a few minutes. Oh well. It's done now. Enjoy!

Everybody is testing for Scarlet

Shamelessly casting aside their talents

Letting directors snatch their appeals away

Making their moves with only this town in mind


Disgusted, he swears to himself

The derby will die with the silence


A dusty piano sits solemnly in the corner of the room

Just a table for the moment

Any other use is a disturbance

For the clock has run out on the days

When actions spoke louder than words