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.
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