Words
Nothing
Fancy

Just enough and...

A
Space
To
Dance
In
When
I
Give
Up

Frills
Nothing to
Thrill

Just enough and…

A
Space
To
Dance
In
When
I
Give
Up  

Aspirations
Not too
High

Just enough and…

A space
To
Dance
In
And
Never
Give up

I need
To hide

In
The
Sewers
I’ll
Sit

Maybe
Even
Take a
Dip

Inhale
Deeply
Close
My
Eyes

Put my
Head
Under
The
Water

With
Mouth
Open
Wide

Solids
Enter
And
Slowly
Dribble
Inside

I’ll
Swim
I'll
Eat

Just
Don't
Make
Me

Listen
To it

Talent
Buried
Deep
Under
Ground

Covered
Up
No sound

We lay
Over
The freshly
Dug earth

Losing
Limbs
Squirming
Like worms

Watching, waiting.…

Clowns
Made Up

Monkeys
Symbolising

Wankers
Wrists
Harmonising....

For the
Circus
Performers
To end

We rehearsed….

Our turn

We didn’t
Stand up
We lay
And
Squirmed