The last performance

A cluster of clapping clowns welcome him,
He climbs up those stairs with charming wit, he often showed in his time,
Then three straight steps,
And sitting on the silver chair 
A deep silence follows,
'I haven't been paid!
Not have I been brainwashed,
But still I shall do this, '
His hands reveal his motive,
The suit open,
The pin is flicked,
Three two one.....
.............................
What follows is deathly silence.

Alliterations! Anybody!

Crescent shaped chirrups by the crafty crow,
Slow  go slow, you slouching sloth bear,  slow,
Somewhere,  shoelaces untie,  shouting for frenetic freedom,
And in between my pen flows like a flower in this flickering piece of flamboyant paper.