That is the way they think of me
a comical figure, a graveyard digger
I don't know if they care for me
or anything that they say about me

I lost all my last restrictions
that day I cleansed my soul
I try to put a smile on my face
know me now, friend so comical

I lie and smile to give hope
put big boots and red nose on
and as the make up runs from my eyes
I wipe it with my comical hanky

All the money I have I give to others
for what is money for one liken to me
we are the last of the great numbers
the light and dark, and so not comical

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
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