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Was (Not Was) Born To Laugh At Tornadoes Prologue Poet: Crowds give me the jitters, One look at them and -Boom!- My spirit turn into loose change. And they'll get you turning cartwheels If you let them get too close. No, I'd prefer a quiet cloud in Heaven To this noisy tenement. Living on love and friendship... What else does a poet need? What you hear in your heart, The clumsy truths that stumble Past your teeth half-naked Are smothered by the ticking of a clock. It takes years to dress them In a time-proof suit. Toys are made for the moment. What's genuine outlives galaxies. Clown: Rust-proof truths, eh? If I hear another word about prosperity I'll flip. There's a crowd waiting- Who's going to entertain them, you? They can tell you'd rather Sit on a tombstone groaning Than juggle or joke. Lighten up, my brother. Listen to that applause! Go ahead - be a noble fellow Vent your every fantasy Squeeze your heart dry- But take heed: Nietzsche died a lonely madman, Jerry Lewis has his own telethon. |
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