Pena

The poet suffers when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
A smile for admission
There's a lack of topics, a lack of access
Talent translated into cash
And the cash that's stiff is the single mom cash

The poet suffers when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
Chords on sale, string poetry on discount
Prose trapped in candy wrappers
Rare music on clearance

And when the knot blinds
Let it untie in us
Free the trapped prose
The light's on
There sleeps a sun in me, minor

I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater

The clown suffers when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
The percentage and the verse
Raffle, fee, and refrain
Talent proven in paper money
Poetry transformed into big bucks

The clown suffers when the curtain falls
And the curtain falls
My museum under construction, works on auction
Shortcuts, scraps, leftovers
The math of art on bread paper

And when the knot blinds
Let it untie in us
Free the trapped prose
The light's on
A sun opens in me, major

I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater
I feel like I know I'm a bit greater