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the hero always gets the girl

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The little fellow stood before the 
assembled crowd, who had come only to
view his failure. 

"What I have is a masterpiece," 
he exclaimed, fluttering about
like a trapped hummingbird.

"I'll believe that when I see it," said the producer.
"You lie!" The director cried.
"Oh, do get it over with, won't you?" sneered the actor.

"Don't listen to them. I'm sure 
it will be lovely," the secretary whispered, 
as the film flickered to life on the screen.

The very picture of poverty
walks calmly over the tops
of perfect gray boxcars.

He does not care about money,
only where he will sleep tonight,
and where he will sleep tomorrow.

He falls, but that's alright.
The ground catches him beautifully,
and all is well again.

Picking himself up,
he dusts himself off like he had 
a million instead of one.

Then along comes the girl.
Of course, there has to be a girl.
There is always a girl.

Nothing has happened between them,
and yet he loves her already,
because they two are in the stars.

Suddenly, everything else fades away, 
and they walk into the sunset like
they had loved each other since the world began.


(That is what audiences want,
for the hero to get the girl.
It is some kind of unwritten law).

"It's silly," said the producer.
"Absolutely preposterous!" The director cried.
"How revolting," sneered the actor.

They filed out of the screening room,
leaving the little fellow 
alone with his broken dreams.

"I liked it," a voice whispered.
The little fellow turned to find 
the secretary smiling at him. 

The moment lasted but a second
before she pushed through the door,
leaving the little fellow alone once more.

But now, his dreams were not broken.
She had sewn them back
together again with that smile. 

The little fellow would make it.
He had to make it.
For her. 

Because the hero always gets the girl.
Always.
(At least, he's supposed to).
What do I say about this? It is so messed up and pointless that I simply do not know how to describe it. The little fellow is obviously a reference to Charlie Chaplin, since he's too amazing to exclude from a poem like this. Other than that....I have no idea what this even is, besides being my entry for the second round of #poetry-book's "Scratch That" competition.

Constructive comments are, of course, encouraged, and will be enthusiastically received. I'd love to improve this drastically before the round actually closes, so anything you have to say about it I will take into consideration.

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atikof's avatar
In The Circus he doesn't get the girl. It was very shocking