The sideshow must go
On until they say so
Quite the reality and a testament to a sad individuality
That festers and boils and grows inside and in spite of me
What would you ask of me and my disease?
What am I?
I am that I’m not
What else have you got?
Of course that’s vague and such is this plague I bear, and bare before you
Nonsense is poor sense and you can keep your two cents
Such a sore thumb
Too bright or too dumb?
Perhaps a little too numb for some
Even when I am there
But you are also nowhere when I don’t care
And if I could I wouldn’t share this
So try not to stare if you please, thank you
He doesn’t come around anymore when he stands near you know
Though he seems to be here, he is surely set off I fear
Nothing gets done with this one
He only wants fun
Doesn’t think of anyone or anything at all
Blurry, Unfocused, Unaware, without a care
Bumbling, fumbling, tumbling, stumbling into the next moment
Like a fool on parade
See him wave?
Poorly made or a charade?
No, it’s quite true I’m afraid
All the things they’ve said
I’m a spectacle for eyes to be laid
So step right up and let me demonstrate
A one life only event on display
The greatest of all the tragedies played
A living joke that your maker has made
Come one, come all
And see the Amazing Absent Man!