See the laughing male magician,
I think he's angry at the competition.
He finds it hard to see in the night
Overshadowed by the silver bright light
Is that.. do I hear...
Who is that crying near the dirt?
A woman shoving her face with dessert
She is but a shiny beauty,
Admired as she is such a cutie
(A gift for you dear)
Brand new car appears on stage
It needs no gas, it runs on mental age.
She's not alone she brings a crystal,
a pet dove, and self defense pistol.
The dove likes to chase government drones
Especially when they create voices in ones headphones.
The magician shudders thoughts of owning a crown
He wants to leave but sees her smiles turned to frown.
“I can’t believe you”, “ all the rumors .. they are true “
What do you mean, sweet pea? Come, let’s have a seat!
Magic is used by the magician
Manipulating People’s wants and wishes
Tricking the eye, of every girl and guy
Just to get the mighty crown
What would you rather see... a smile , showing them pearly white teeth , or a frown, that cannot be turned upside down??
One may only know what I mean,, if they themselves sat in the magicians seat!
Think..
Is magic the same for me as it is for you? To stick with the old tricks, or perhaps try something new? What does magic mean to you?
What do you see hiding inside the hat?
About the Creator
Shallon Gregerson
Jack of all trades, master of none. Be who you are, help others along the way. Create what you want to say, really blow people away!! Manifest your reality , for you!
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