Mime Pretending

The white mask, the made up tears, the eyes that stare, your hands tell a story, you stage yourself pretty

You have so many stunts, some are good, some not so good, white gloved, you don't get your hands dirty

Pointing up, pointing down, make up your mind, mime, your wasting my time, you try to be nice, even flirty

I am not saying I don't care, but I am very busy, you make people wait, until your next knock out defeat

Try opening the door, the one that is real, not invisible, not the kind that disappear, you would be more funny

If you said a thing, or two, handed out money, instead of wanting, you act pretty shy, but lets face it, you are putting on an act

And handing out your hat, I don't always get your gig, though, I enjoy seeing you around, because I like to be a clown, I like magic

I really think, what is happening, is maybe this is all you have, your only place,  not wanting to show, your true face, your outfit

If this is the case, I feel your disgrace, I have been afraid, and I have been pretty petty, no money, just empty pockets

No chance for fortune, no chance for winnings, just an ordinary guy, trying hard to make a living, not that you are a hobo

No way, you are giving it your all, not real slap comedy, you are not Red Skelton, but if you peeled a banana, and threw away the center

I would laugh, I would laugh, just remember, who you really are, don't forget that some people really care, don't be afraid to dare

Just gather up your props, your puppets, your pretend door, and all that stuff, go to every corner, and some day, some where

Mime pretending, will be the next billionaire, with more to say, and more to show, and no longer poor, because, you are worth it