An organised mess

Never

I must admit, your burlesque show

it even had me fooled for a moment, 

but as entertaining as your act can be, 

the way you so cleverly  fizzle out once the crowd disappears, 

just isn't for me. 

I followed your charades, 

I applauded you and overpowered the hisses, 

and sometimes, 

I would be the only person standing in the crowds, 

so where are you now? 

Painted faces, alongside all the words I wanted to hear, 

you fed me snakes to keep your number one fan near, 

I rounded you as a lamb, 

and I watched you grow into a lion, 

I loved you as a lamb, 

I loved you as a lion, 

and as much as I am happy to now hear you roar, 

it is the crowds applaud you love to hear, 

and I guess you no longer need my clapping hands no more. 

I keep trying to get just one visitor to my show, 

just one round of applause, 

just to let me know, 

that someone loves me as the lamb I am. 

so where are you now? 

I never thought I would be standing on the stage, 

looking over an abandoned, empty seated venue, 

 but here I am, performing to silence, 

performing for myself. 

I learnt as I saw people barging to the front seats of your show, 

that if you do not love me now, 

then it is time for you to go, 

love me as a lamb or love me never, 

and never is what you have chose.