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- A Red and Yellow Candycane
- I drink from a circus of el'phant ham
- Rainbow carrots, penguins, walruses, bats,
- Treemen, eyeballs, sugarcanes; spider silk,
- Coffee crumbled magic beans roasted green,
- Prance, dance, brittle, bold on cockatrice rhymes,
- Mangled ankles, imploded legs, mosaic raggys,
- Juxtapose me to a mannequin, perfect,
- Clockwork measures, metallic notes, inhuman.
- A Coven sanctuary of laughter;
- Coffee-breed, caffeine-spawned, quinic-cooked,
- What's upchuck from worm-burgers and hotdogs,
- Cynical baked beans ov'r ravioli.
- Sausages, candlewax, twigs for barbeque,
- Make soup from sticks, dust, rocks, beetles and mildew,
- Clay pots and wooden spoons, candlewax fire,
- A feast for me, ragdolls, puppets, ghouls.
- "REDEEM YOURSELVES THROUGH THE CIRCUSMASTER!"
- Laughter, the answer; Hee-haw, the belief"
- Burden-dogs, flying elbows; "CHUCKLE ME GOOD!"
- Blotto bombed bimbos, and orphan soldiers.
- "REDEEM YOURSELVES THROUGH THE CIRCUSMASTER!"
- Kings, queens yield to laughter, castles crumble,
- Wheat, whey, pennies, coins; waltz to the fun-dome,
- Blotto bombed babies, and orphaned mothers.
- I perform, enact, execute in rags,
- "Make people happy, that is a good-jack!"
- I wiggle, tumble, break a leg and rib,
- "We laugh, laugh, laugh, keep doing it Jack!"
- Mother Night, Father Day; woosh, swoosh, ska'doosh!
- The peppering day, I slumber on hay,
- I wake up today, no food on my plate,
- "BY THE KING! GREY MEN HAVE FEASTED ON IT!"
- Slur the popped shouts of rugged, rigged, mouths
- "I have work to do in the circus! Avast!"
- Parade jangly streets; yonder I SEE!!
- "THE CIRCUS! WEE LEE DIDDLE BIDDLE DEEE!!"
- The stench of wingwongs, obfuscate my sight,
- A smile be painted, a giggle was made,
- For what the circus has become today!
- Charred puppets, burnt hay, dead kings on raped queens.
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