the Indian elephant

The Indian elephant I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg and sad clowns who know they are pathetic dance one day, the elephant stopped the act, addressed the public why is it that the rich pay no tax but have a choice of food to eat and do not help the poor out of poverty I, he said, pointing at himself, get paid green bananas and stale bread. not good for my digestion I blame the capitalist system, When the authorities heard of this, they asked if he had a working permit, but the circus owner didn't want any problems, so the elephant was fired The obedient press told lies about him, an angry the mob chased him out of town. He took up living between two carob trees and since no one expected to see an elephant there no one saw him. My best friend, a dissolute labor leader, and I often sit on the elephant's back and play poker the ex-labor leader knows how to negotiate wins, the elephant is happy he is free, eats yellow bananas and snacks on olive leaves.