When I was a kid,

the circus came to town,

I remember not liking the stench,

being afraid of the clown.

I think there’s any sort of trepidation,

when we see a showcase that hides the truth.

I grew up to recognize

a lot of the wise

sort of character playing clowns we see,

tend to look at their lives through a glass of misery.

I wonder sometimes,

if in these our such turbulent times,

we Americans,

the accentuate freedom living human beings,

I wonder if we do,

understand the policy of clowns.

I watched a gavel of idiocy last night,

on national television,

free speech and lunacy,

we were all able to turn it off if we chose,

I stayed with it only to allow myself,

the opportunity to speak of clowns today,

to hope we all might take a breath and pause,

I wonder if we know waking up the dead,

will set us back a century.

Happy ‘whateveryouwantittobe’ day,

(something about Black history month here ___ )

month, year, hour we forgive our calculative nation.

Happy to be back at the circus today.

I always hated that three ring debacle of stench.

Still do, still do, still holding on to

life.