I’m a pauper in rich man’s clothes
That don’t fit.
But don’t worry —
I know this song and dance.
I know what brings the applause of the crowd
And the praise of nobility.
I click my heels and offer my hand.
I keep my chin high in the turns,
Smile at those on the sidelines
Who wish they had clothes like me
And bow with all formality
At the violin’s end.
Later I will undress
And do a proper wild man’s dance
Where I spin my heart and soul
In perfect time with the torrid beat,
And only the stars will see that
I am the true king.
© August 15, 2012