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I’m just having a good laugh while I still can dude before life takes its heavy grip

Until the community of clowns in disguise tie my tongue to their altar of reason

You think of a genius in the making but I just blew bubbles from my backside

Need some counter balance as not to think I’m off parity before the next photo


For the record I’m a bit sick of all those Rolling Stones songs on your play list

I can get satisfaction and you will be dancing to my tune as long as I tell you

Not yet silenced I am and you can’t always get what you want but will receive

What you need and moss could grow fat on that stone if you tried hard enough


I am your American dream or just pie in the sky for pi is a resolute number

And while I look like a young Einstein I favour the arts and a poet I’ll be

‘Baby’s got blue eyes holding back the pain’ reflecting the glow on your face

Give me face paint and Munch’s scream will look like Monet’s water colours


And those cute little ears I hear you marvel such fine complete composition 

Soon they will find an audition of rebellion ignoring trite shallow advice

Craft verses and rhythm deliver fine words you never dreamt of hearing

The comedy will be shattering with a bit of existential philosophy in the mix


You can project dadada’s and incy-wincy spiders as long as the cows mew

I drink from a fountain of pleasure and spill ink on your canvas of conditioning

Think that I am overanalysing but that is what you do when I smirk and giggle

Canned laughter comes in Campbell’s soup cans and better Warhol than wars


Innocent facial composure lies in the eye of beholders and dreams are for real

Let me play for that is the best I can do when drama and tragedy loom so soon

I’ll have my dreadlocks in plaits and you must not be scared of Sylvia’s mother

Van Gogh had one ear but a writer needs only one incisive tongue to critique 


My stream will be subconscious when I write about the meaning of imagination

When naïve contortions depict a world with smiles laughter and freedom

I will not change much from when the photographer took this digital image

Blue eyes stuck out tongue two ears one voice whatever you make of it now


25th April 2019


Written for contest: Baby Face What's You Thinkin

Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr

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