Top Of The Bill Poems - Poems about Top Of The Bill

...Only when my costume’s Been hissed at with steel Do my garments ripple in small, stormless waves. Only when my mask Has been greased in pale mud Do my blemishes blend with the sea of my face. ......

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...Sitting in the dressing room, If you can call it that, Reading through my notes again, I’ve not got this off pat. It’s better than an open mic, I’ve actually been booked, But if I mess it up to......

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