Every second is a circus.
Some are exciting,
expensive and yet
they are all identical.
Clowns take the easy way out,
they hide behind masks of makeup.
Lion tamers are irrational
jugglers impractical
and tight-rope walkers are deranged.
I'm a guest at the circus.
I stay awhile,
view the magnificent sights,
get taken away by a ride.
I buy pointless souvenirs.
Yet I'm sensible enough to know
when it's time to go home.
Circus
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