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,
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