Circus Performers
I have always wanted
to put on a show. I have
always
wanted to know
whose views are those
when I run
my diagnostics. I can
put on my red
shoes, but
I won't dance
unless there's bread,
cheese,
a decent dry cleaner
within walking distance
& a garrison
of guards to touch
my cheek
before they seize my
phone & leave me
stranded
in a one-horse town
whose horse is
gravely ill.
We rolled
seven good execs
for this livery,
which adds an air
of respectability
to the proceedings.
Even the Frog Boy
looks stunning
as he mounts
his tiny bicycle.
All the world's
a stage
but the next
world is a circus.
Send in the clowns.
It's time to die.
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