Abasment
The joker revealed his state of mind with a big, yellow grinAs he finished his wardance he found a whip on the soiled ground
Thrashed my body he did, his grin growing in delight
As the circusfreak I am, I died
As the circusfreak they created,
I lie to rot in the soil
Poetry by Oscar Toll
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Written on 2009-03-02 at 20:44
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