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ONE MAN SHOW

i like it i stay till the end each time i laugh at jokes i cry at sad parts i sympathize i take the rotten fruit you throw at me in my face i swallow it then applaud some harder and ask for an encore i come out back for it each time you whistle i take a bow take a deep breath and smile wide with a memory of the stink of those eggs on my face happy you want more happy theres another act coming on after the curtains raised happy the shows still on and that im back for more of this clown role happy to be such a good audience i like your dramas and comedies i like the casualty you perform with the certain seriousness your see-through costume impresses me your whole life is a monologue performed in front of the mirror whose glare i am when the brilliant role is on its peak i pay my ticket each time i make my way to the first row each time im sent out because i laugh cry applaud too loud or because i watch the show way too carefully is how i do things are going too far the show is too long now i should go back to my life should find a way out of this dark hall i saw the performance many times it always makes me smile always makes me cry those daggers are real its not fun anymore im bleeding it got too hard to clap and the curtain is down too often for too long i forgot what im applauding at cant see anything anymore its just a distant mumbling behind it the hall is empty maybe its just the echo im hearing this clown make-up and costume makes me tired its heavy it stoops me i want my money back i wanna come out to the daylight.*

* i demand an encore i demand a better seat a vip pass an autograph a notice im sitting right in front and a jumbo bag of pop-corn to share in the back seats in the dark i demand the applause and a bouquet of flowers and smiles brought to my feet everything booked for a long time you in the first row and my face on your wall until tomorrows show.

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