In those scenes

I always handle it better.
I always face down the idiots
and drown out the frenzied
combatants
with my outraged roar.
I always show the stern face
of hoplite courage
and I never cower
in helplessness.
I always have so much
easy confidence,
and adulation for my
shining performance
washes over me
in iridescent waves.
And she's always there
for me in wicked passion,
left in happy exhaustion by my
matchless abilities.
There is only love,
comfort,
triumph.
joy,
security,
vengeance,
and
laughter.
The scripts all have
Frank Capra endings
and the man basking
in the screen writer's
sugared sentimentality
is always Our Hero, The Kid,
The Man, The Winner.
Too bad the actual film
was ad-libbed
from start
to finish.
I could have been
a star.