Town Dunce

Mon, 12/25/2017 - 19:43 -- Megriz

We were all small town folks once,

Runnin' and laughin' and pickin' on the town dunce.

He was a small town fella', that one,

Always sayin' stupid things, always lookin' for fun.

I remember the jokes we made of him, the raspberries we blew,

I wonder, if he does too?

Those were my golden days, my youth,

Nowadays, you see, I might stretch the truth.

 

Oh yes, I drive that Mercedes-Benz-E-class,

I wear Armani and live in a castle adorned with Venetian glass.

Yikes, I've to go to Wales and then Scotland the next day,

Book an appointment for later, see what my managers have to say.

My fingers are tired from running it through my hair one too many times,

How did the picture come out? Do I look sublime?

But at night when I succumb to reality,

The wind, the moon, the mirror, they taunt me.

The lavish drapes fall and I get stripped of colors,

I curse those who left me, my hundreds of lovers.

In my own sad presence I belch out a wistful tune, 

I sing of the past in this hazy day in June. 

Bored I get, so I glance at my cooped up place,

Ah, yes, on the floor lies a broken vase. 

And when I scroll through the TV, I see the town dunce,

He was a small town fella', lived in a small town once. 

Well, look at him now.

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