Freed Of All Costumes Worn Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
When those in masquerade,
Can be identify by...
Well,
A masquerading.

And those parading their charades,
Are obvious enough to solicit a snoring...
From those bored.

And those bored ignore to the point...
They rather walk away than to play anymore.

How out in the open,
Can an out in the open get?
Before the screaming is heard from those...
That a clarity of reality,
Has been freed of all costumes worn.

'Will you please stop singing,
'Send In The Clowns'?
Don't bother...
They're here! '