Clown Macbeth
One who has nothing to show off is boasting to himself on the stage.
Macbeth though sat on the blood stained throne he would soon be dethroned
by his own slaughtered hands because he became a king by killing his own king.
Why are you, then, mounting your high horse? You will be thrown out from that stage soon or later, just like Macbeth.
If you are a clown you may be an object of mockery
but your awkward gestures may occasionally induce
active sympathy from the audiences.
Why are you flapping the wings of arrogance?
Though you are not even a clown
but a foolish snob incapable to insinuate through a jest
sarcastically about the whole of this world’s hypocrisy
[who shall I to blame for my height;
Father? He is the one who bore me to see this world,
Mother? She is the one who taught me the meaning of love.]
Actually, I am not short
but a bunch of idiotic dwarfs come together
toasting wine glasses in the air shouting “my height is the standard.”
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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