'What? Really? ' Poem by NiQi Deveaux

Self proclaimed extraordinary gentlemen
Waltzing in with high class swag
But overtime their golden coats
Grow into dirty rags

Cause talk is cheap
As we all know
Don't walk the walk?
Grab your dirty rags and go

Don't look back, not even once
I won't look to notice at all
Attention's drifted
Talked big but you're really small

Can't take the sunshine
That I've sifted down
You proclaim that you're ring master
But you're just a clown

When I bother to lift my eyes again
And look for something true
The one I overlooked so long
Was the owner of the circus... It's you....


My circus... My monkeys....


N. S. D.