MMLP
11-11-2016, 09:49 AM
His role exploits a manic upbringing with a boisterous dad. The annoying habits
of these spoilt brats could destroy a man
All the boys are laughing and as they rejoice and clap, he’s at the point of cracking as they point and laugh.
But with poise he stands to the poison chalice. Amongst toys and prams they’re causing a nuisance.
He performs to amuse but a lack of plaudits as proven that he’s wasted his time.
Now he’s drawing conclusions that by playing a mime he’s trailed behind.
Portrait of a man that is dying inside when his patience implies that he’s having the time of his life.
When in fact he is crying and anxious in finding a ladder to climb.
Seeking a change in the tides, white-faced from the tirades they would cry.
As a pattern unwinds he starts acting in silence, tragically hiding
the heartbreak of a life he’s able to hide with paint that’s applied.
A blatant disguise, detracting from the pain on his mind which drains from his eyes.
Although, each performance creates a chorus of “Yay’s” from the minors.
As their favourites are chimed, bursting out phrases and lines and making them rhyme
With really nothing to state he’s juggled his way to acquire a place to retire.
Had once taken a shine but now his characters died, up in smoke in blazes of fire
but he hopes that the lions are tamed and that’s what’s providing a ray of some light
But quickly the image depletes, stuck in a prison he feels.
They sit at the wheel, whistle and scream, now realising that he isn’t the biggest of deals
The magicians revealed, tricks up his sleeves which he didn’t conceal
now he’s drifting to sea on a mission to flee.
His relationships forming a lifeboat but he must alter his line to start walking a tightrope.
Now at his curtain call, realising this wasn’t working for him.
All their germs that crawled/ the dirt that swarmed, the early mornings!?!
He already knew in his head that wifeing a single mother wasn’t worth the bullshit!!
of these spoilt brats could destroy a man
All the boys are laughing and as they rejoice and clap, he’s at the point of cracking as they point and laugh.
But with poise he stands to the poison chalice. Amongst toys and prams they’re causing a nuisance.
He performs to amuse but a lack of plaudits as proven that he’s wasted his time.
Now he’s drawing conclusions that by playing a mime he’s trailed behind.
Portrait of a man that is dying inside when his patience implies that he’s having the time of his life.
When in fact he is crying and anxious in finding a ladder to climb.
Seeking a change in the tides, white-faced from the tirades they would cry.
As a pattern unwinds he starts acting in silence, tragically hiding
the heartbreak of a life he’s able to hide with paint that’s applied.
A blatant disguise, detracting from the pain on his mind which drains from his eyes.
Although, each performance creates a chorus of “Yay’s” from the minors.
As their favourites are chimed, bursting out phrases and lines and making them rhyme
With really nothing to state he’s juggled his way to acquire a place to retire.
Had once taken a shine but now his characters died, up in smoke in blazes of fire
but he hopes that the lions are tamed and that’s what’s providing a ray of some light
But quickly the image depletes, stuck in a prison he feels.
They sit at the wheel, whistle and scream, now realising that he isn’t the biggest of deals
The magicians revealed, tricks up his sleeves which he didn’t conceal
now he’s drifting to sea on a mission to flee.
His relationships forming a lifeboat but he must alter his line to start walking a tightrope.
Now at his curtain call, realising this wasn’t working for him.
All their germs that crawled/ the dirt that swarmed, the early mornings!?!
He already knew in his head that wifeing a single mother wasn’t worth the bullshit!!