The Entertainer

Everyone loves the circus.

Though it is always new and exciting, you all get betrayed.

Being fooled by the wild and beautiful creatures of entertainment.

I believe life is like a circus.

You watch the strange and beautiful, in disgust.

You admire the glitz and razzle-dazzle,

Though you know that you only have run-of-the-mill store-bought glitter in your eyes.

You allow yourselves to be fooled, for the sake of entertainment.

 

Are you entertained?

Follow the murders, watch the soap operas,

You all secretly get off on the misery of others.

You hurt eachother, watch eachother get hurt

All you want in the end is that satisfaction of being close to something bigger than yourselves.

Even if it’s fake. When it’s a lie, you allow yourselves to believe it.

Are you still watching? It gets better.

You await the climax of a bigger plot, watching the innocent die, and the tainted reap vengeance.

It satisfies you, secretly in the darkest parts of your minds.

 

You don’t want to be a part of the story.

Never a part of it, you want to satisfy for hunger for anguish vicariously.

Watch just close enough to get your kicks,

But keep enough distance so the blood isn’t on your own hands.

You don’t have the courage to hurt.To maim.

To destroy something beautiful for the sake of entertainment.

That’s what we do.

 

We are the entertainers. The destroyers of innocence.

Defilers of all sanctity and morals.

We do it for you.

Throw our glitter in your face, as we dance under the devil’s thumb.

We please you as you wish to be pleased.

God forbid we bring you into the story, of course.

You’re just the audience.

You call us the freaks, for bowing to your whim, giving you what you want.

We are freaks. Take our glitter, as we dance through the fire.

Real or fake? Would matter to you, you’re just here for the show.

The “ooh”s and “ahh”s.

 

You don’t care if it’s actual pain,

But it better be believable.

Watch now, as another baton-twirling girl throws knives at one of your kind.

It’s not you, of course. You secretly wait for her to miss.

That last fatal spark of excitement, before it turns to panic.

Are you entertained?