The Undeserving Circus
I forgot to wear my sunday best
The one that stands all the tests
Like the physical and admiration survey
Like the emotional and spiritual detail
The human eye has to be kept entertained
It is almost like every move has to be an enterprise well trained
Be it a clown well crowned
Or an animal well groomed
These things are held at a higher pedestal
More so the tricks add to the missing decimal
My tattered thoughts haven't scored a goal
Its a helter skelter in there, always a brawl
Scrolling down on ways to handle, leads to a chaotic venture
Don't ask why or where, how do I even know how to censor
How do I even end, as I mend my unwritten one...
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