MOCKSHOW



Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the “MOCKSHOW”,

Here you can see all the folly

That has fallen upon the one

Who has traced back Hope deliberately

And tasted a sip of black misery.


Follow me and let your eyes

Behold the incidents that took place

In a tiny room of a desperate soul.

So that you may witness what is happening

Behind the petals of a rose — foul

In which lies a tempest-wrecked person.


Oh, look at this “brave” guy

Who ceaselessly puts on his shoulders

More and more and more weight…

One day straightening up will be a tough task.

His awareness — undoubtedly — vague,

Give him a glass of Svegliati — maybe, a cask.


This one — whose eyes are swollen with

Following the locket time and time again —

Tries to return the inner child who flies.

Years reversed by a clap of fingers,

Drowned voice before the rarity of seeing black swans,

“Will the teacher appreciate your perseverance again?”

— I asked him once.


’Tis hard, I know, to take your eyes off of that fire player

Who continues to risk those precious souvenirs

With their, lined up to ten, little armies.

After that day of — nearly — burning the whole house down,

Being chided and “protected” by the mother,

Now — waking to that — no one to calm down.


Though normal He seems, no bells on his head,

Funny He is, with the scratches at the back of Graziella:

“All those efforts and you are left in the park,

Gawking while squeezing the balls in your hand

That you used as a juggler to get a spark.

Now, the only thing you hear is ‘Ha! Ha! Ha!’”.


You seem shocked by the distortionist.

“Are you sure the spectators don’t push your buttons?”,

Not knowing if this voice comes out of him,

Fear of losing the balance is tiresome to sustain.

Here’s a saying that may ease your expectations —

Cutting off the strings of fate sets one free from pain.


So, this is the end of our journey,

Thank you for at least coming with us.

If you find something relatable, then remember us,

And live on with the tradition.

When the Rebels are approaching with tyranny,

Set yourself off laughing as a way of protection.

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