Long things with pumps—
They all fall down—
Still ride steady—
Pneumatic skips with a purse—
The whole world in bones and sealed paint—
You make it all move, you know.
O what a show!
A spectacular show of smoke and mirrors—
The words and the tap in her act.
All the marks: they must mean something—
The public is desperate for it to mean something.
Bed goes up, bed goes down,
Cheap, quiet and ahead.
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