The Gallery Boys
“The rebuffs I have
got from all of you!”
—James R. Barrie
Peter Pan or the Boy Who
Would Not Grow Up
You Gallery Boys —
You Peter Pans my Masters!
How many lines abandoned —
Hidden away because of you?
Something snotty you’d say —
Leering at me in the balcony!
It’d be simply the end of me—
As Tragedian and Comedienne!
Your Penny Dreadful sneers —
Up there me down on my knees!
It was all grossly immoral —
My jaded Boy Theater of Love
You were all such a Rowdy Bunch —
My true Gang of Lost Boys!!!
Shouting and hooting all the time —
Every Performance with its Blowjobs!
You were my best Critics! —
I trusted your jizzy Judgments!
Sometimes you’d say: “C’mon —
I dare you to put that in your play!”
It would be shockingly obscene —
Something right out of the gutter!
Not Sweet Nothings either, my dear—
Instead excitingly dirty as Sin!
Some of my best dialogue came —
From The Gallery Boys way up There
The Lost Boys in the highest tiers —
In the cheapest admission seats
They’d throw torn-up Programs —
Down on the Audience below
And if the Play was bad and lousy —
They’d throw rotten eggs instead!
The Gallery Boys my young Masters —
They’d Never Ever Grow Up!!
Peter Pan the Boy who Flew —
Way up there in the Highest Tiers!!!