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Never be the Clown
He looked a beaten man last night,
dejected and alone. Sitting on the stairs in Oscars
A tragic figure, many miles from home
A twisted marionette, a jester
With a flashing light on a worn out hat
A Clown waiting for an alibi outside St James gate
The book launch now over and limelight finally
gone
Someone else now shines in the spotlight
Basking in all its empty brilliance
And has become the peoples one true god.
Everything now so laboured upon, Long over.
Nothing more than yesterdays news.
The realisation of which embedded in every
line on a worn out face of a fool.
What hoop must I jump through now to get the
great unwashed to love me again.?
Hotel California revisited, What is so special about the word fame?
But if one must be in a circus or a twisted cabaret......
Always seek the highwire, never be the clown