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★ pretend ☆

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let’s pretend

wear our masks

to start the play

of plastic flasks

let’s put a pierrot

smile and crack

the guard and to

fake lost attacks

let’s make puppet

speak funnily

make them laugh

at tragedy

let’s marionette

and dance a tune

burn our feet

into the moon

let’s paint a clown

into contrary

when they find him

quite so scary

let’s make jester

balance on balls

and applaud when

he thus falls

let’s harlequin a

small story for you

the ending’s bad

but it is true

let’s mime an act

of monochrome

make you believe

in invisible tones

let’s be fools and

scaramouches and

buffoons and comics

and madcaps, worst best

for a night of revelry

and entertainment hot

let us all pretend to be

someone we are not.

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The Practicality of the Jester

Never have I seen the tides fortuned with mine faith

Going to the left wing aisle to bid my time and wait

To the bespoke with pinstripe clothes, pray humility

Give a beggar and a vagrant hope for the humanity

You tip your hat as you please, to those raconteurs

Up akin zeppelins of silver, spin the boots with spurs

Never have I heard the songs operatic on a Wurlitzer

Going against postmodernism, hipsters to beleaguer

To the million letters of button beanies and trilby hat

Let the masses play hooky with classes, challenge what

You ride the bandwagon but you honk the horn solemnly

Down, miners frenzied for Californian gold and individuality

Never have I spoke another lie as truer as now I dare to purvey

Going for the magnum opus of the planet, roll the dice and play

To the tightwads and the prodigals, to all the dukes and hazards

Run with colours of the banner and chainmail armour for awards

Around the orbit, around the sun, around the rings of Saturn none

And you hurtle with the speed of a turtle, faster than a loaded gun

Desert all that frivolity, be the fool and the cool on the fresh April first

You rick and roll, never give it up, so drink the ocean to sate your thirst.

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Presenting…The Star Of The Show

I’m still the same old fictile jester

Making an utter fool out of myself

Laughed at by cruel tomato pelters

A class-A entertainment from Hell

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I’m still the same old freak show

Adorned with ugly crimson scars

A main dollar and fifty attraction

Your most fucked-up golden star

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I’m still the same old string dummy

Ventriloquising for false attentions

Puppeting makes me appear funny

In this wooden world discrimination

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I’m still the same old bad maestro

Orchestrating all my envoi failures

In a barrage of dissonant calypsos

Ending a cacophonic musical score

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I’m still the same old painted harlot

With one foot stuck in sinking grave

Pity her, oh poor girl, I get that a lot

From snarling vultures I have staved

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I’m still the same old burnt out actor

Standing in an empty five-foot stage

Masks placed to hide, deceive horrors

Tickets waved by a prop’s appendage

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I’m still this delusionary world’s same old national idiot pertained

Wishing in vain to live just so I could wish vainly to die another day

Shame that you couldn’t see who I truly am past this velvet curtain

Too late for the encore—the theatre spotlight’s already closing up anyway.

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The Jester

Forcing me upon monkey suits and contriving me to entertain

I try to say so otherwise but my complaints are all in vain

They shoot guns at my feet, to make me do a silly dance

Threaten me with scarlet tomatoes to ensure absolutely no defiance

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Dignity for decadence, ego for fifteen minutes of fame

A couple tastes of crystal sugar for a supply of lifetime shame

Masks upon masks plastered crudely, thick makeup to hide my frown

Am I still a human being or just another rundown clown?

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They say to take one for the team, they tell me I’m unfair

When they’re the one making me dangle my nobility on a strand of hair

I wish no more, this life of jests and pie and mockery thrown to my face

Next time you catch me, I’ll be walking slowly towards the end of my life race.

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