Clowning

by k i k i   Aug 20, 2005


Undiscovered, I’m absent to hide away
Under the table in the corner.
What I say, doesn’t make any difference,
The concluding call is said.
They don’t even recognise I’m here,
A comedian, me I need to be.

I don’t have stilts,
I can’t juggle,
I’m my own clown,
They just can’t notice.
Looks and trends,
Represent the world to them.

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