Circus Crown
ACT I
First I bow to Him and kiss His hand
I keep my head down, till I hear His guard command
And then I start to juggle and frown and look like a clown
I ride my one-wheel bicycle around
while the crowd laugh, He seems pleased
His Queen is annoyed at my juggling expertise
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While I juggle and frown and and look like a clown
A guard’s shout cuts me down:
“It’s time now, for the second act.
The King demands the 'jokes' part.”
So without hesitation I start:
ACT II
“Here’s your King, the noble and the proud
He’s the emperor of a tiny land
Yet he treasures His power to command
He waves a stick and people suffer by His hand
What’s the difference between a hangman and a King?
Is it the cloak, the throne or the diamond ring?
Tell me Great, Oh Mighty King! What are your people’s needs?
Don’t bother, they know you sit there for prestige
And that’s His Queen, covered in pearls
All the way from top to ground
You might mistake Her for the castle’s decorative surround
She has that look upon her face
To remind us all of our lower race
And that’s their prince, the future King
Look at him, he grew so fine
He already has a mustache and can only count to nine”
ACT III
Now the crowd points to Him, laughing...
But some seem lost and still they bow, so I slip and I shout:
“I defy your shiny trash, I defy the Royal blood
You can point and laugh at the Joker’s behalf
But you ‘re all too blind to see
Hence this verse, I wrote down:
“The world’s a joke and wealth it’s crown!”
Suddenly I recover and foresee
Those words of truth weren’t planned
And they ‘ll surely get me hanged
Maybe if I start to juggle and frown and look like a clown...
Too late...at least I 've earned my Circus Crown.
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By S.Mitidis