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“SCREAMING MIME” I should speak out when they abuse This pasty-faced artist who decided to choose Being trapped in silence with make up queer I may not speak, but I can hear. The taunts, the insults, and the hate Towards street performers who refuse the bait Of ridiculed anger through ****** gestures Believing performance is a continuing semester Of learning to grow within painted smile Ignore the ******** concentrate on the child. Who laughs with joy or open-mouthed wonder Yet tosses no coins as my stomach thunders Breaking the silence, begging for bread My intestinal rumblings plead to be fed A steady diet of human compassion Through the clinking of coins in an appreciative reaction To my ancient art and enduring hunger Selling myself like a common whoremonger Hoping to satisfy an insatiable crowd In tight fitting Spandex, a seductive shroud Ignoring lewd sneers at my exposed anatomy That I've twisted and stretched in hopes it would flatter me As my muscles contort and my body sings A silent song that once entertained kings
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Screaming Mime
“SCREAMING MIME” I should speak out when they abuse This pasty-faced artist who decided to choose Being trapped in silence with make up queer I may not speak, but I can hear. The taunts, the insults, and the hate Towards street performers who refuse the bait Of ridiculed anger through ****** gestures Believing performance is a continuing semester Of learning to grow within painted smile Ignore the ******** concentrate on the child. Who laughs with joy or open-mouthed wonder Yet tosses no coins as my stomach thunders Breaking the silence, begging for bread My intestinal rumblings plead to be fed A steady diet of human compassion Through the clinking of coins in an appreciative reaction To my ancient art and enduring hunger Selling myself like a common whoremonger Hoping to satisfy an insatiable crowd In tight fitting Spandex, a seductive shroud Ignoring lewd sneers at my exposed anatomy That I've twisted and stretched in hopes it would flatter me As my muscles contort and my body sings A silent song that once entertained kings
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
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