This Ain'T Confetti

This ain't confetti Tiptoeing in the soup shadows, hiding behind a crusted keyboard spewing raw threats in freak speak dug up from the shallow realm of which they are formed Beneath a pink umbrella where cowards lounge Shivering like babes in snow banks, tossing stones, targeting hearts inflicting pain…expecting a laugh Stand up, (if you can) Allow me my aim Dance about if you like in your tutu, pirouette in your disgust, my hand is steady Unlike yours...moving up and down staring at a screen, pretending someone actually gives a damn as you wave jovially to those who vacate I’ll find this circus where tents are pitched, cotton candy stains the sawdust and you climb out of that tiny car with a fake smile painted on your face And when you feel it you will know this ain’t confetti, as you fall in your own stench, and the audience…Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages… applaud!