a poem by Christine Anne Shaw, UK

For you who swears that black is white,
who says the sun shines in the night,
who deems the stars come out at dawn,
who states the dead have just been born,
why do you love to play the clown?
If I say up then you'll say down.
If I say boo then you'll say shoo,
so what the hell is wrong with you?

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