Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.

Hopefully some of you were big enough Arsenio Hall fans to get that subject line hehe.
Anyway -

Tightrope

I stand here staring down,
The task before me seems insurmountable.

You urge me to move,
and my foot slides nervously forward.

It finds the end of contentment,
and the beginning of fear.

I hold my arms out,
trying to balance.

A thousand choices rush through me,
most trying to distract me.

Seeking to dislodge me,
from my narrow path.

I inch forward concentrating,
what you’ve taught me keeps me moving.

Then it happens,
a mistake and I stumble.

I seek my balance again,
but failing I fall.

Even as the ground rushes towards me,
I only fear your condemnation.

But just before I land,
you move forward to catch me.

Looking at me with love,
not a scowl of anger.

And you say, “Try again.”

Poor little burger
You were made with what was left
Being last is never fun
Your brothers laugh on the hot skillet
You try but there isn't enough of you
The cheese is the final insult
as it hangs over your sides and burns
Poor little burger

*chomp* *munch*