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She stands and she screams 
So she can be noticed 
And spouts words 
Forever bland. 
She craves our attention 
As she starts her lines 
Trying to pass off 
Stale bread as fresh. 
Her glittering jewels 
All from cut glass 
Are more dangerous 
Than her fraudulent glare. 
Indeed a spectacle 
For the curious and more 
Like those who come to watch 
The circus freak show. 
She wants her words dirty 
But they cannot compare 
To the living things crawling 
In her dried dusty hair. 
She shouts in our faces 
And sprays it all around 
As we all wish 
She would fade away. 
Funny to see 
This middle aged crone 
Believing that she 
Is at the Apollo.

The Poet Jester