The Juggler

Based on Tourada, Portugal 1973

Unemployed and sold my sports car
Ex-wife got the house in Paris
How could I make money while not embarrassed?
Freeze-dry home-grown oregano
Then sell, claiming from Milano?
Do I have enough? Alas – no
Despair now.

An idea! I grab a week-old orange
From my citrus platter
Then a grapefruit, showing signs of rottage
Careful, lest it shatters
Find a busy alley, there’s no shortage
Park my rusty bike
Set hat down

Start to juggle, no-one seems to notice
Better add another
A pomelo, trio set of citrus
Not a glance… why bother?
This avoidance escalates my anger
I’m an artist, mind – no beggar!

Hat still empty, should I cancel?
Call a raincheck, a deferral?
Take the hint, become some drunk streetside feral?
Or perhaps this is a time to
Add a ball, and then a pencil
Now I juggle five at once – they’re dazzled!

Add a found used dildo and a street brush
Children will rejoice
Add three eggs I nicked from a black-billed thrush
With a chirpy voice
Dozen items, hands go into speed rush
And behold, dear boys –
Blindfolded!

Add a chainsaw, I’m a gallant trouper
Worship my machismo
Add a torch infused with ethyl ether
Not impressed? Well here’s more
Add a brick, Chiara and a boulder
But my hat is still void
Please give gold!

Add the MS Zaandam as my wrist turns
At impressive force
Turbines, lamps, the airborne pile now glitters
A true marvel forms
It’s a mega-vortex mighty twister
Hadrons now collide mid-course

Relief! One tall dark Balkan
Cares to spare some of his coins

Hvala lala lala lala lala! Hvala lala la!
Hvala lala lala lala lala! Hvala lala la!
Hvala lala lala lala lala! Hvala lala la!
La la!

Hvala lala lala lala lala! Hvala lala la!
Hvala lala lala lala lala! Hvala lala la!
Hvala lala lala lala lala!
Bless your kindly Balkan heart!