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Apr 2017
In the clearance store
what we wore
was a change of appearance,

when or if the mask slips away
we
buy another one
direct from ebay

everyone is living the dream.

Down at the pawn shop
we pop the gold in
until we get paid
and eventually get old
still
popping the gold,

It's the things we do and
what we threw away
that make today
unacceptable
so
you
stew in your own juices
and
I'll stew in mine.

Pantomime?
well it could be
if
Widow Twankey's
buying duty free
and
bound to me
a non celebrity.

I put on the make up
and fake it
some take it
seriously,
seriously?

hard nosed
two faced,
I am outside
and out paced
by the
Bow Street runners.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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