People call me showman.
Yes, I spend to show.
Call me hollow and shallow.
I spent a lot for external beauty;
No internal beauty; someone said.
I don’t know what they mean.
Never invited to cry with me.
People gather with me to dine and wine;
People laugh with me.
I make them happy;
They laugh, they smile, they applause;
I am happy; someone called me prostitute.
Then it must be great to be one.
Never thought about bad days;
Hollow cannot think.
It can only allow to flow.
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