Engulfed in the diabolic how are we to breathe
How are we to ascertain the things we can believe
In rollercoaster motion we are cast upon an ocean
and set adrift to navigate a jumble of emotions.
Circuses and bread, the world is off its head
The clowns have taken over and have put the truth to bed
The slackened rope is dangling, the bearded lady wed
The sawdust has been pissed upon, the donkeys have been fed.
Confusion grows amidst the mist of spoken lies
The circus ring is splattered with the mess of custard pies
The air is thick, the foreground slick, the sound of worried sighs
As audiences look for bread a sense of solace dies.
Circuses and bread, the world is off its head
The clowns have taken over and the donkeys have been fed.
The slackened rope is dangling, no matter what is said
The sawdust has been pissed upon, I think its time for bed.
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