The Rocked Singer
still feels queasy about crowd temper
even as a jaded, seasoned pub singer,
sincerely booed or jokingly applauded,
either statement hurts, cruelly loaded;
feeling like a winner on a losing streak,
liking the feel of fleeting fame, its ache,
grateful for sober jeers, drunken cheers,
jolly hecklers and cheerers quaffing beers!
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