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How steady’s the ground balancing beneath

Out feet, our bounce, our “how high” allowance;

Fasten in bizarre masquerade

We are nothing, but crying clowns.



And I am sorry if I did offend

The plural “sir” or the plural “ma’am”-

Parading naked on the upscale jam;

Provoking vainly the barking scam.



Quite intense in their “green” romance,

Which is guarded by the social fence;

Deep beneath their exhausted needs

Is chain of deeds, many chains of greeds.



The croupier with heavy sin

Plays the dice with precise routine;

The king of diamonds draws his dream-

All the glory for the marry green.



The article of true unveil

Is way below the false pretences.

Through the hell of nightmare bail,

On the stone white painted faces

Painted tear is appearing…