A Poem for Jim Castillo

Oh Jim, 'tis cruel how you were given the boot

Having worked so hard thanklessly

Alas, no one knows the song of the second banana on the midday shift

The one who does all the drudgery while the stars get all the credit

You were like Jan Brady, Joe from Gatchaman, Max from Macross/Robotech, George Constanza (I could go on and on)

But you soldiered on even without a contract

Cute and airbrushed weren't your style

Nor overly muscular and perky

You weren't saintly and wise

You were just you

And sadly, Newscorp didn't think that was enough

But cheer up, Jim

For surely as perkiness gives way to embittered cynicism

The second banana always has the ultimate laugh