Minstrel In The Gallery

The minstrel in the gallery
 Looked down upon the smiling faces
 He met the gazes, observed the spaces
 Between the old men's cackle
 He brewed a song of love and hatred
 Oblique suggestions and he waited
 He polarized the pumpkin-eaters
 Static-humming, panel-beaters
 Freshly day, glowed factory cheaters
 Salaried and collar-scrubbing
 He titillated men of action
 Belly warming, hands still rubbing
 On the parts they never mention
 He pacified the nappy-suffering
 Infant-bleating, one-line jokers
 TV documentary makers, overfed and undertakers
 Sunday paper, backgammon players
 Family-scarred and women-haters
 Then he called the band down to the stage
 And he looked at all the friends he'd made
 The minstrel in the gallery
 Looked down upon the smiling faces
 He met the gazes, observed the spaces
 In-between the old men's cackle
 And he brewed a song of love and hatred
 Oblique suggestions and he waited
 He polarized the pumpkin-eaters
 Static-humming, panel-beaters
 The minstrel in the gallery
 Looked down on the rabbit-run
 And he threw away his looking-glass
 He saw his face in everyone
 He titillated men of action
 Belly warming, hands still rubbing
 On the parts they never mention
 Salaried and collar-scrubbing
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 He pacified the nappy-suffering
 Infant-bleating, one-line jokers
 TV documentary makers
 Overfed and undertakers
 Sunday paper, backgammon players
 Family-scarred and women-haters
 Then he called the band down to the stage
 And he looked at all the friends he'd made
 The minstrel in the gallery
 Looked down on the rabbit-run
 And threw away his looking-glass
 He saw his face in everyone
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 The minstrel in the gallery
 
 Looked down upon the smiling faces
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 The minstrel gathered
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 The minstrel in the gallery