The Philosophical Poser

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You might not realize it until I pour some down

and loosen my tongue

But I am a true, warm-blooded Cypriot;

Melodrama gushes through my veins along with the vino –

Like in a telenovela I wait for the extreme close-up to shed a tear

and begin my philosophical blabbering

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I leave cliffhangers to everyone around me;

Expecting them all to tune in when I return,

And then the show resumes;

The meaning of life in 26 short episodes!

I am often censored however;

Fined for excessive vanity

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The fine leads to nothing more than a short hiatus;

A wiz in the bog, a quick glance of guilt reflected in the mirror

another glass of vino

And it's back to episode 23, or was it 24?

And because it is close to summer

I have the guts to go out in one big bang

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So I then begin yet again, not at the beginning though

For there is no ending to this end,

So more blab it is, louder now as that earlier reflection fades

I have something to say to everyone

Even though I am alone,

For there is no audience

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October, 2011

Nicosia