Waiting For A Break

Said he was an actor

Bit of a photographer

But made his living out of laughter

Which made him a comedian

Waiting for his million

That was soon coming

But for now he was bumming



He looked in the mirror

Looking back at an era

And finished up his brushstroke

And laughing at a private joke

He saw the self-hate

In his self-portrait

That would one day hang in the tate

Next to a rembrandt

But still couldn