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Runcible Spoon

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Two Piece

 

They are a band

but you can already see

the cracks.

 

The bongo player watching simple coins drop

into the lining of the red felt guitar case

while the good looking singer prostitutes himself

for applause.

 

It is in the quiet between each number.

A murder-suicide waiting to happen.

 

And when they are gone

there will be new street performers

to take their place.

 

Maybe one of those mimes that irritate

the hell out of everyone

by following them around

with their stupid painted

silence.