Bringing it back to a time when I thought I was clever–and could actually rhyme!
Though I fancied myself as a rather mysterious person, multiple people told me they could “read me like an open book.” I didn’t like that, so this was my response to them.
In hindsight, I probably wasn’t as mysterious as I pretended to be.
Complicated beyond comprehension,
but what’s to comprehend
when it’s all a game?
I like to play pretend.
A bag of tricks
and some joker’s quick wit
brings the crowd their kicks.
Now it’s the clown being played,
though I’d gladly condescend to claim
you know the face behind the name.
Cassandra Armstrong Writing 