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.
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