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BAD BARD POETRY
Clowns
We are so silly
We are such clowns
Setting ourselves up
To knock ourselves down
Where and when it comes
We pretend we don’t know,
Say we don’t see it coming,
As we brace for the blow.
In this brief life
We juggle our strife
Performing needless tragedies
Empty dramas we stage,
Play a farce in a cage,
A travesty of our reality.
But if honest with ourselves
And in the truth dwell
We will examine and certainly find
We’ve been unthinking,
Crass and uncouth,
Mean, self-absorbed and unkind.
Would we acknowledge these truths
Our behaviour proves,
They would no longer sit
At our table
Where the once bitter fruits
Fought over by brutes
Be laughed at
When heard in a fable.
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