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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Entertainer
[time] => 2004-07-20 11:32:03
[hometext] => This isnt a frodo baggins type fantasy poem, this is something refreshingly different, in my usual style :D
[bodytext] => He stands faced to the audience of children Hands raised, smoke rises, at last with his kindred Applause and sounds of excitement wail So loud the sound rises and sets sail Rebounding of the walls of the happy house He stands there, face clad with white paint Green hair, red lips, the ultimate saint The neurotic grin shines onto the audience Already mesmerized faces in confluence Stare at their folly, this joke, this clown What’s behind the mask? What’s behind the mask? Tell me what’s behind the mask! The same old slapstick routine Hypnotised no-one dares to intervene Something so mystical, so powerful Captures all minds right before the ordeal Sad jokes never fall flat, laughter never ends Rubber balloon, flying doves, a pie in the face Always leaving a lemon washing up liquid taste Fall over here; fall over there, juggling lives More laughter after every intricate surprise A creation so hidden from the world so loved What’s behind the mask? What’s behind the mask? Tell me what’s behind the mask! …I’ll show you The face begins to melt with the pride, Revealing exactly what’s hiding inside, A face of pure blood red, yellow eyes, The hands become claws, they start to cry A shrieking hellish laughter fills the room, As it swoops, and claws at the children’s faces Ripping their skin, strangling them with laces From their own shoes, laughter still continues Eating the flesh of the young, their youth he’ll use To strike again, next Friday, 6:00PM Another birthday to enjoy Shouldn’t have asked what’s behind the mask… My little boy [comments] => 5 [counter] => 495 [topic] => 40 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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