The Circus Show

Society is a mutated circus show

Organized by fungus eating clowns in black suits

With crazed yellow eyes that lull

The sheep-ly masses to sleep.

Even in great slumber, their hypnosis depletes me-

Sickens me like a sour toungue in flames

I am left baffled and rotting,

Like the smell of oxygen on Wall Street

My heart is drenched in gasoline.

I can hear children in ancient Navajo weeping

They weep for my country,

Like cold, wet dogs howling in the rain

Deserted, forsaken are they

Gazing down upon Gaia

With memories of a lush green landscape

Now encompassed with fear

And drones--border patrol,

Chem-trail air and cardboard dwellings built for those

Who’ve become too afraid to walk away,

Escape the circus show.