| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| Tell me a story about growing up. Tell me how your parents moved you from town to town, never in one place for more than a few weeks, at best. Tell me what it was like being the fastest backwards bicyclist in the western hemisphere, only to lose your crown to an insane clown posse from the east. Tell me of the shame, the pain, the plain dealing you used to try to apply to pry the championship away from those devilish jesters who'd stolen it from you in the first place. Tell me more about your Christmas tree-theft days, and how you could sell a tree in March to a Muslim on Mars, where they'd outlawed Middlemass months past. Tell me tales of your past, leaving no stone unturned, no part unmentioned, no aspect unquestioned. Tell me a story about your growing up. Give me history of your uncles and aunts, and how they sold each other into a slavery so severe that it was more than a career but a way of strife. Tell me about your life. Explain how you got to be the you who is sweeter than a chocolate shake better than the mold which they no longer make stronger than something that will not break. Spin a yarn. Offer a chronicle. Render an account. Tell me a story. Tell me a story about you. But… make it interesting, will you? |