Let me be in your B-movie <br />If only as an extra, <br />No role's too small for me. <br />As a bit part player <br /> <br />I'd like a brief cameo role <br />Which modestly steals the show <br />As battling the World's Worst Crook <br />I'd get in some vital blow. <br /> <br />Though all the scripts foretell <br />Before the last act <br />I was disposable, <br />I could live with that fact. <br /> <br />I could be the one <br />Who lights a cigarette <br />By striking the match <br />With his teeth for a bet <br /> <br />Or with firm set of jaw <br />And an earnest frown <br />I'd explain the law <br />As my pants fall down. <br /> <br />I'd be the one who's mystified <br />And lost in the plot <br />But keeps, say, a talking toad <br />Or a crocodile that'll foxtrot. <br /> <br />I wouldn't say no to a quote <br />From the bard to go out on; <br />But, above all, let me be one <br />Not easily forgotten - <br /> <br />Perhaps there's no more <br />That on the whole <br />We extras can hope for <br />Before our last credits roll.<br /><br />Paul Lester<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-be-in-your-b-movie/
