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There's No Business Like It.
larrylark

I wanna be in show biz.
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Rise each dawn
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surrounded by fizz and a glitter glow.
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I now know why i put up disco balls
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that throw non stop spotlights
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across my supine form on Christmas mornings,
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when i open one eye,
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jerked from the delusion i'm cruisin'
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through a Santa Claus movie
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when really its just pie in the sky.
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The reel froze in the chimney
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and when they rose, lit Yuletide logs,
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its smoke blocked out the festive display,
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rearranging that special day.
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Now, only "D" flicks for me,
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that teem with silly trash
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and mournful bit part guys.
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Wondering why their pockets aren't stacked.
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They wander back studio lots.
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among painted house fronts where they roam,
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praying rain will turn into snow.
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4 Apr 19

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i want to be the exact opposite of famous... which is "unfamous"
 — mr_e

i did actually read your poem btw
 — mr_e

My poems are so compellingly faskinating mr e that once you start you can't stop until you've thrown it in the bin.

Larry trash man Lark
 — larrylark

you write beautiful poetry, but i have the attention span of a fidget spinner.
 — mr_e

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