The Show
By Scott Bailey © 2013
Bug me, drug me
You’ll never touch my mind
Not that you want to
Afraid of what you’ll find
Afraid of the secrets
of someone in the know
Afraid of the exposure
of your elaborate show
So go on with your programme
Sticking to the script
Until the day you are aware
You’re playing in a crypt
Get the previous ones here
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Reminds me of 1984 (Orsen Welles). ps. Did you mean to use “your” in the second to last stanza?
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oops yes – thanks – updated 🙂 The poems are often written very quickly and in a rush so the odd type is going to sneak through. I will review them all eventually.
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