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A Red and Yellow Candy Cane

Jan 5th, 2018
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  1. A Red and Yellow Candycane
  2.  
  3. I drink from a circus of el'phant ham
  4. Rainbow carrots, penguins, walruses, bats,
  5. Treemen, eyeballs, sugarcanes; spider silk,
  6. Coffee crumbled magic beans roasted green,
  7.  
  8. Prance, dance, brittle, bold on cockatrice rhymes,
  9. Mangled ankles, imploded legs, mosaic raggys,
  10. Juxtapose me to a mannequin, perfect,
  11. Clockwork measures, metallic notes, inhuman.
  12.  
  13. A Coven sanctuary of laughter;
  14. Coffee-breed, caffeine-spawned, quinic-cooked,
  15. What's upchuck from worm-burgers and hotdogs,
  16. Cynical baked beans ov'r ravioli.
  17.  
  18. Sausages, candlewax, twigs for barbeque,
  19. Make soup from sticks, dust, rocks, beetles and mildew,
  20. Clay pots and wooden spoons, candlewax fire,
  21. A feast for me, ragdolls, puppets, ghouls.
  22.  
  23. "REDEEM YOURSELVES THROUGH THE CIRCUSMASTER!"
  24. Laughter, the answer; Hee-haw, the belief"
  25. Burden-dogs, flying elbows; "CHUCKLE ME GOOD!"
  26. Blotto bombed bimbos, and orphan soldiers.
  27.  
  28. "REDEEM YOURSELVES THROUGH THE CIRCUSMASTER!"
  29. Kings, queens yield to laughter, castles crumble,
  30. Wheat, whey, pennies, coins; waltz to the fun-dome,
  31. Blotto bombed babies, and orphaned mothers.
  32.  
  33. I perform, enact, execute in rags,
  34. "Make people happy, that is a good-jack!"
  35. I wiggle, tumble, break a leg and rib,
  36. "We laugh, laugh, laugh, keep doing it Jack!"
  37.  
  38. Mother Night, Father Day; woosh, swoosh, ska'doosh!
  39. The peppering day, I slumber on hay,
  40. I wake up today, no food on my plate,
  41. "BY THE KING! GREY MEN HAVE FEASTED ON IT!"
  42.  
  43. Slur the popped shouts of rugged, rigged, mouths
  44. "I have work to do in the circus! Avast!"
  45. Parade jangly streets; yonder I SEE!!
  46. "THE CIRCUS! WEE LEE DIDDLE BIDDLE DEEE!!"
  47.  
  48. The stench of wingwongs, obfuscate my sight,
  49. A smile be painted, a giggle was made,
  50. For what the circus has become today!
  51. Charred puppets, burnt hay, dead kings on raped queens.
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