Thursday, January 24, 2013

before the fest

The clown is enough
he doesn't have to state his name or purpose
he doesn't need shoes

and I don't need a sweater
I don't need your problems
and I sure as hell don't have to get up early

I don't look for trouble
it doesn't look for me
but people call me up
and offer coffee and animal pelts
if I will sing and dance for them

Are you kidding me?
You couldn't stop me
from dancing and singing

I would shake the floor
I would rattle windowshades
I cannot stop moving

I'm spotty
I'm dotty
I'm the Queen of Sweaters

You are not an Irishman
We are not lost
We are not doing time for penury

She didn't apologize
You don't even like her

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