I sleep with my
top hat on these days.
It keeps the rabbits from
crawling out and running
away.
They are the safest close to
my brain when I sleep.
I don't want them eaten by
feral swine or to wander
off and drown in a vat of wine.
The magic show will
start soon, and I'll pull them
out when least expected.
The crowd will gasp and groan
when I saw the woman in half.
"It's just a trick," I yell.
"She's okay, sleight of hand...see."
They know better, the blood
isn't fake.
They see the horror of the
magician's life, even though
it entertains. We all wish it
was an illusion, but it's
showtime.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 11th, 2025 09:26
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Comments10
A thought-provoking poem. It reminds me of that great Warren Zevon song, "For My Next Trick I'll Need a Volunteer." We all need to keep those rabbits safe -- we never quite know when we might need them!
Thank you, my friend. Great music, btw. Superb.
Great stuff here Thomas. Some lines lead to inspiration. In metaphor it speaks a lot about todays society. Loved it.
Thank you.
A fine write, Thomas. Some great lines there. Nicely done.
Thank you, Tom. I appreciate it.
Excellent write
Thank you, Tony.
You're welcome
Blown away. Thank you for this
Thank you.
That's a great write,some wonderful lines, enjoyed
Thanks.
You are very welcome
Wow most powerful dear Thomas, I wouldn't want to be in that top hat 🎩 🐇
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Thought-provoking...and the ending...chills. Showtime indeed. Great social commentary among other things. Well done, Thomas!
Thanks.
thinking back on it, its not hard to saw a woman in half .. specially on the subway .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
What a poem!!!! Perhaps this is what poetry is all about to me. Accesible but very deep. Something easy to touch but that takes time to sink in.
Thank you, my friend.
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