little john juggles

Tapestry hung

up top of the wall

reflects just like wishful thinking

How'd you get so high?

Way up in the air

Flapping and taunting

daring with your flappy stare

flap flap flap

rhythmic bitter beckon

no other care 

but to tear down

glare down

burning on the floor

sizzling for more

but you're out of yourself

so you stare in the mirror

with hopes to find yourself

who is more than shiny glass

pristine reflection has to pass

and recognition takes its place

like waves settle on your face

the water clears

away from mirrors

revealing smiles

when children approach an ice cream

truck

How lucky can we be?

To see the world through green

paper and coins

our sirloins

or vegetarian delights

written on papers

our reasons and rights

little john's in a cabin

he writes his words down

pen to page blabbing

he writes to the clowns