Politicians acting like clowns,
Entertaining little children
With upside-down frowns,
Secretly plotting beneath the makeup
To kill everyone.
Idiots riding roller coasters,
One wrong move away from suicide,
Enjoying every second of it
Because they don’t know better.
Rich men on the merry-going-round
And around in circles,
Bored and tired,
Listening to the same song play
Over and over and over again.
You and your friend trying to
Knock over the cups,
And you only get three shots,
Not realizing that the cups are weighted,
That they totter, but never fall.
And then there’s me,
Standing outside the entrance,
Watching the circus animals from afar
My head in my hands
Tears streaming down my face.
Wondering if I’m really happier than they are.