Cirque du LunaticA Poem by PeteToday's society is a good example of what happens when you let the clowns run the circus.I'm performing without a net. I no longer fear death for life has already murdered my soul. I do not worry that freedom may be taken from me for I am already a prisoner in a living Hell. The illusion of good has become the reality of evil. Idiocy and lunacy surround me on all sides. Like an escapee from the funny-farm except that I am no longer laughing. Betrayal plays peek-a-boo with the remnants of my heart like an innocent child. Defying righteous reason with twisted-pretzel logic. Deadly deceit dances a horrific hoedown with ignorant injustice. Plastic pretense watches and applauds. Morons mimic mimes in a maelstrom of mental masturbation. Shreds of my remaining dignity hang like laundry on a clothesline to air-dry in a bastardly breeze. Absurdity overshadows reason in a total eclipse of dialectics. Step right up for some hot-buttered babble. The last remnants of evicted hope scurry away like rats on the Titanic. The lion tamer has already been devoured. All that's left is overweight conformity, carnivorous clowns and botched juggling. Devious dancing bears, sadistic sword-swallowers and a harrowing high-wire act. Intoxicating and impudent. Sit back and wait for the next trick at the ... ... cirque du lunatic ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 31, 2019 Last Updated on February 23, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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