Every art is like a
monkey dance
every artist , a monkey
biding his chance
I am better
hear hear
oh madam , siree
look at me ,here
We all are
jugglers
flame eaters
sword swallowers
Some swallow
better
some eat fire
better than other
That is all there
who's better ?
that one , there
this one , here?
Commodities
even oddities
we weigh , prepare
judge, criticise, compare
In the end
we find
a buyer
a fool, a town crier
crying out untruths
about
whereabouts
of excellent arts
bartered
in a ground
a market
where you'd
sell
yourself.
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