Showtime-
Put on your make-up,
Come out into the light-
So bright it reveals in all their horror the imperfections
Your five pounds of make-up couldn't hide.
Fool- you think all your work
To disguise your hideous reality
Will deceive people?
They know you for what you are-
A brat,
Spoiled,
Starved for the attention of your peers.
Showtime-
Dress how the world tells you to,
Even though the world is only a forty year old pervert
As lustful as anyone.
The world wants to dress you,
Because it wants to undress you.
Don't listen.
Showtime-
Who cares if you're high,
Having sucked the unclean air
From the cleaning cabinet?
Who cares what you're doing
Behind closed doors?
Showtime-
Step into the glare
Of the perverted world of public opinion.
Bask in their attention
-glorywhore-
You are driven by the lust of your pride.
Come out, it's Showtime.
(written to the modern generation)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked this alot James