The Geisha and the Clown

The Geisha And The Clown The Geisha and the clown Every one makes waves that pebble tossed in concentric rings The water in disturbance making waves and oval rings The vortex is descending down to mar the visage of the crown to make the mental man decay to make the clown to make the clown… He stood apart from all the rest of them so forlorn and quiet as a man who's only problem is his next drink of alcoholic beverage. When this white English man found out it was the truth he took to drink. He is the clown in all the town the Otis of the century baring his anatomy for everyone to see in public urinations and even defecations and predications of his sexual anatomy my shame was not enough to make my horror go to sleep eye died upon my feet eye cried but not enough eye craved my drink eye craved myself my life replete eye am the clown the very one. The women of the orient so very adorned with grace and lithe the way they move the feet was my discovery the poor poor feet they bind the feet so they can shuffle so they can look so very sweet as they move along so gracefully they seem to slide and seem to effortlessly encounter men. They bind the feet to make them suffer they torture self to make it seem divine And then they live for pleasure. But that was then and this is now and eye have won the holy crown may all the geisha please bow down and just forgive the clown. My foot is lame. The very same as bound. And now eye bow.