Clapping


Never before,
would a show be the fact,
to be what is now,
and it's just the first act.

Can a real person,
please give me a smack?
for that was good,
a spice amongst racks.

Oops I was stupid,
or just a Jack,
just don't call her later
She'll never call back.

Upside down sideways,
over the tracks,
if it burns when you pee,
they call that the clap.

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