Don’t put me on the spot
I don’t think I’d like that very much at all
The single light aimed like a cannon at my shaking body
The drops of sweat run like bullets down my face
My feet feel like lead and my tongue tastes like gravel
I open my mouth but only profanities fall out
I’d pick them up but the audience has devoured them
If I show my nerves
If I screw up
I will be next
Eaten alive to feed the machine
Don’t put me on the spot
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