he covers up the pain of his upbringing with comedy
making people laugh gives him purpose
the louder they laugh, the more he performs
He is a monster, an alien, a dog and pony show
He is a trickster, a jokester, a jester,
But wait…..
There is a side the people never see
Because he is a trickster
his feelings are his own
he keeps them hidden in the sleeves of his costume
never bringing them out
hiding them behind a super wide smirky smile
a clown….
No matter how dim things get
no matter how dire
how alone, or lonely or depressed he feels
he covers this up with cloaks and daggers
Pulling rabbits out of top hats
stunning the audience with sheer outrageousness
Keeping them laughing
so, he can cry
in silence…..
A match that lawless champions match,
The least wrestlers try: wicked scratch:
In a cage all the evils minds hatch;
Where sworn enemies themselves catch:
From a champ belt collect or snatch,
Viewers indulging every batch,
As a wrestler’s face earns a patch.
A bit nicer than a bad thatch
Yet to some: Dog and Pony Show’
One keeps watching and one won’t grow
To with fantasy just flow...
“Forget about each fearsome blow
In their eyes the intense glow
That watcher learns to punches throw
Hints at real play-acting: white snow.”
Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too late this at last you’ll come to know!
Amidst the instants in the flares which last each like an era
You shall not see the seeds of lies you all your lives had to sow;
Nor shall they know their begetters. Strangers shall be the kinsmen
Who entertained one another as if thousand years ago.
What you gleaned out of crookèdness at the cost of your dear lives
Shall melt with you and drip into the soiled earth of yours below.
Naught shall remain of you devils. Your filth perished, new creatures
Shall arrive to take your places, a new dog and pony show!
You knew not the aim of living. Wait for the last burning blow
To make a myth of you on earth: Here today, gone tomorrow.
2.26.2020
Updated Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxJHecyYBno
I wonder what we are up to in profaning precious souls
And recklessly disregarding the hour for us the bell tolls.
No comments, please!
Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean.
Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene
I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first day not on the force.
Just watch; it could turn ugly; a dog and pony show with a large horse.
What was taken? I asked; it must be something valuable and big.
As far as I understand it, it is the farmer’s wife, little girl and his pig.
The wife isn’t worth much. The little girl can be a handful for sure.
But that potbelly pig has great bloodlines, his markings are pure.
You interview the sheep, I’ll take the cows and the rooster over there.
Thought mentor’s idea sounded like a good one, wise, and quite fair.
The sheep were not cooperating; they refused to speak at all.
Rooster was crowing and crooning, with each sound, he’d gotten tall.
How did you do? Larry asked; he had ridiculous notes, three pages.
I had to admit the sheep had clammed up; and he began some rages.
The sheep could not be coaxed to speak, for which I was rather glad.
I did not want to fail in front of Chief of Police, my own sweet Dad.
Okay back to the funnies I promise to go
A wee bit of frivolity, a few giggles or so
We all need laughter
And joy to the rafters
To help us get through this dog and pony show
Flop, flap, pap and boots dragging across the concrete.
That’s the sound of a River Rat somewhere standing in formation forever.
The sound of his comrades catching him and dragging him away. The sound of him being the joke of the day.
The sound of a dog and pony show.
Just because a big wig is showing up and
passing by...casualties temporarily die.
Their spirits leave their bodies due to heat, lock and buckling theirs knees, pin balls in their feet, they could feel the beeds
With nothing but the peanut butter from an MRE and water from a dirty camel pack. They get to watch their friends fall on their backs.
Flop,flap,slap
God damn specialists...
I never want to do this stuff again.
Just watching my staff Sergeant drag him away and grin.
Plus it’s 100 degrees and we’re an hour in
Skid marks of Good boots...good soldiers Scraping across the motor pool...
Just because of a dog and pony show....
Okay back to the funnies I promise to go
A wee bit of frivolity, a few giggles or so
We all need laughter
And joy to the rafters
To help us get through this dog and pony show
© Jack Ellison 2015
Oh,
how I wish I could flow.
Then I could woe
‘em to and fro,
friend or foe,
although,
I’d have to forego
this plateau
I lie low
below.
Whoa.
Now that’s flow;
not some
dog and pony show.
And it sure isn’t
the status quo.
So,
now we know
that I can flow
from head to toe.
So,
turn off that
T.V. show;
get caught in the
under toe,
because you are
about to go,
and say hello,
to communication.
Forget civilization,
creation,
formation,
frustration
and obligation.
Here’s a formal
invitation,
to an,
information transformation;
a
celebration of relaxation,
if you will.
So just chill,
and be fulfilled.
A little mind play,
and we’ll all be O.K.
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