We the Circus

America has gone and its probably not coming back. Some see that as a good thing - that’s depressing, but I think in many ways we are bereft no matter what. Life has its challenges, we wear masks some are throwaway others remain Send out the clowns make them mime disorderly bonfires, ignite the fright. Obviously I can’t say much about you know what, and it would be forward of me to speak out and outrage the ever watchful, (the you know who’s), least I find myself deemed to be a you know, and maybe even a whatever. Wolves now roam sniffing out the questioning. They are leading the disconnected and willing into a glorious future and everyone now is a clown show on the edge of town.