Step right up—
STEP RIGHT UP, READERS!
This show will
make your bright
and wild night, Child!

You there—
YES YOU!
Oh, don’t stop looking now,
READER!
You chose to read…
The curtain rises—
And so do a man’s
dead souvenir—
A man’s buried FEAR!

I will tell the tale—
The One-Man Show!
See the Jester with magic—
The one who never cried!
Once a show filled with
ghostly ghosted friends,
critics, audiences of any kind!
Then one cold dawn,
cheers fell to silence—
They’re all gone…

Distant distorted voices
crawled like MAGGOTS—
Gnawing on the old,
rotten, tired heart.
Lonely hell made its home.
Soon, beneath the stage-lit
moon, scars bloomed—
And covered him like art.
A sickness—
A DISEASE he grew…

Step right up—
STEP RIGHT UP!
To hear his final line—
“I’m sorry…”
To watch a poor man
hung under the
Hanging Tree—

“CRACK”…

Soon fall dead
like the curtains—
A Dead-Man’s show.