poetic
Clowns circling around on unicycles
Darkened dead elephants carrying ghostly figures
Dead cheering children watching contentedly
The ring leader steps forth
A short chubby man
With gummy fat hands gripping the megaphone
Yelling at the top of his lungs
You could feel the air vibrate
Yet it pounds at your head in whispers
Circus music blaring
Lions roaring
And their victoms screaming
Death is the entertainment
Applauded with more gore
The tent smelling of blood and the dead
Little cars speeding around the stage
The earth flaky from drying the urine and blood
Bystanders only to not care
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