Like Walking
You dubbed me as circus clown, and I
took that name without a frown.
The line's not red but at least it's thin, it's
on this rope that I dance and spin
for you, poet. I call you
by what you are, and you resent me
and this mess, this web - oh how
caught we are, how
hot you are when you stop talking,
stop stalking
the one who let you down.
What goes up is bound to be found
by nameless nobodies, and they won't say they're
sorry
'cause they're not, don't you see?
And do you like
walking, like walking
with me?
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