Potato

i have no mouth and must scream
my eyes will follow the knife’s descent
i can only hope that it’s a dream

my skin is tattered like a paper’s ream
i feel every shard, every rent
i have no mouth and must scream

i don’t see any tears that will stream
i wasn’t noticed when i went
i can only hope that it’s a dream

the frothing water turns white as cream
from here the world seems somehow bent
i have no mouth and must scream

my clothes were bursting at the seam
but with no money, not a single cent
i can only hope that it’s a dream

i want to make it over the beam
but no one came from where they went
i have no mouth and must scream
i can only hope that it’s a dream

Laugh

you should laugh
this is the theatre of absurdity
nothing which you do now
has been done before
nothing which you want
will you get again
the tears you have cried
have flowed through the valleys
of your hopes and dreams
you were lost and looking
the map of your world is written
in a language you don’t know

laugh then, laugh with the clowns
they have permanent tears for you
tears that you have shed before
the big top will always be taken down
when the show’s over;
but at the next town, the next life,
you will pitch it again.

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