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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ragazze o Pagliacci? The lavish lips, exaggerated eyes are painted on an hour before we meet you. The art lies in our impact, when we greet you. You see emotion, but it’s enterprise: The punter gets the treatment while he buys, but not for long. The trick is to repeat you: to suck your proteins out, and then excrete you. There’s nothing real about us – colour, size, emotions. All prosthetics, patches, dyes. Before we pull you down, we overheat you: distraction is our tactic to defeat you. You’d blame chameleons for their disguise? Go rail at Nature. We’re designed to cheat you. The static smile, laconic laugh, are lies. A Functioning Drunk Let no-one doubt that Canio’s in control! A true-born leader, that’s how he’s perceived, relaxed-but-ready, square-jawed, rolled-up-sleeved. Protagonist his predetermined role, in pole position (emphasis on pole!), the sort who, should he feel himself aggrieved, turns vicious. Preternaturally peeved, not unacquainted with libation bowl (or arma bianca, so the clown alleges), as blunt as basalt, brittle as obsidian, he might at last have passed his high meridian. Look closely, and he’s frayed around the edges. His pack, who’ve started driving in the wedges, will turn to Baal-Berith on the death of Gideon. Wanting the Shaft On I think I’ll name your thingy “Solomon”: the Queen of Sheba really liked his wood. I love it when I get your column “on” – it’s all to do with stimulus and blood. I serve you in two offices, like Taft. The other? No, he’s never understood. Good skippers keep a watch-out, fore and aft: I know he’d like to, not so sure he could! I’m built for seamen. Such a nimble craft, impressive hold for such a shallow draft, and very steerable at either end (one thing that he will never comprehend). You want to move me? Make me feel the waft of wanton winds, and see my sails extend!
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