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Isis Is (The Circus of Modern Life)
On to the circus we travel,
To see amazing travails
And stunts by runts
On to the tent show we go,
To feel laughter at bizzare antics in makeup,
To the big top that smells of straw & dust
Into a tarp-covered arena we enter,
Flashing pre-paid by Visa tickets
To view a considered traditional anacronism
Into our seats we sink,
Ready to be mystified confused delighted
Amazed at a 3-ring illusion called entertainment
Into helpless laughter we fall,
Halfway expecting and desiring Dumbo to wing his way
Across our silent field of sight
Tonight,
The clowns are businessmen, Republicans by daylight.
The zebras, prancing horses and elephants are fed
caviar and tripe.
The ringmaster flashes his PhD and exclaims,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure,
tonight, IBM is up 2 1/2 points among rapid
trading. Securities and futurities are downright
patriotically upwardly mobile,... and send in the
clowns!!!"
I wake up in time to see the Globe of Death fall apart.
