I have no illusions left in the bag
I've emptied the sack,
you're shouting for your money back.
Poorest magician you've ever seen.
Handkerchiefs pulled from sleeves,
and rabbits from hats.
Card tricks
and nifty quick fingers,
singing my own praises,
winging it,
-brief pause for applause
Taking a bow
with a flourish
A quick final act before I get packed
I'm wishing for deceit,
whilst juggling with bare feet,
chainsaws,
arcane laws,
waiting for ratings,
approval
to prove all.
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