The Rock

Poem By Douglas Scotney

A practical man,
knowing conceit's not magic,
takes a job with a subtle comic
to seek the flaw in his brief,
and have fun from jokes
about not having no fun without falling.

He makes out he doesn't know
the conman knows
he's feeding on his calling.

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