KNUT

The lady on my TV

speaks with excited strain

pitch poised perfect pretention

so shrill it pains my brain

behind foundations of youth

painted all over her face

the rosy red shame

conceal the years erase the grace

and daft

today, she explains

mental health awareness

holding back disdain

so proud and in control

she looks up on stage

the crowd claps

hands in unison slap

all that make-up away

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