I'm no Joan Rivers;
I've thoughtful graphpaper lines
and I don't shout.
RAP - fluent chatter -
so many words per second -
don't understand them;
SLOW down and croon please
otherwise I just won't know
what you are saying.
Conjurors amuse
with hats and wands, but con men
sell bad rabbit stew.
You can dance to Bach
and you get the feeling that
he's going somewhere.
Sometimes symphonies
are too big; must make do with
chords or a cadence.
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Joan has a greedy daughter
aiming to make money
from the Hospital clinic;
concentrate on the coffin.
