The Grinning Man

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I sit outside within the crowd

naked to the world

Below the tower on the hill

The Grinning Man is there as well

wearing a bad brains t-shirt and crazy shades

He chuckles at my precociousness

My lust gives this man a thrill

and as I sit here at home wrinkled and alone

He is grinning still

below that tower on the hill

I can stake my claim on this windy bustling day

show myself to be unafraid

But his face haunts me taunts me

My pain is this man’s pleasure

This Grinning Man with the sunburned face

and the nervous dance

I go about my business studying the ground

while he stands there grinning

Below the tower on the hill

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