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"THREE RING CIRCUS"

You stare at me

I dont know why

locked in my cage

i see you cringe

 

you stare at me

as i cry

out my rage

i try to break the hinge

 

the ring master

grabs his whip

i scramble to a corner

 

he yells, he screams

"dont hurt the patrons"

i hiss and bark

you run away

 

i am an outcast

you point and stare

i come up last

but the weather i have faired

 

so many years

it went on

never stopping

sanity gone

 

now i am

a freak of merit

so far

i have bared it

 

still you made me

the freak you see

 

you have put me in

this travelling circus

the sideshow

now begins

 

i jump throw a hoop

and take a bow

my evening meal

i am allowed

 

i played my part

in your three ring circus

cheap laughs for the crowd

 

"the circus freak

did a flip"

applause all around

 

the lights go down

back to my cage

boxed in like chattle

 

i turn the page

write some more

the train rants and rattles

 

the laughter stops

at least for now

i'm left wondering how

 

how did you do it?

you branded me

every one knows

i'm an outcast to society

 

i know my place

the girl with out a face

yet some how

still a disgrace

"it's ironic that the virtues of loyalty, disipline and self-sacrifice that we value so highly in the individual are the very components that create orginizational engines of war and bind men to malevolent systems of authority"
                                                 -Stanely Milgrim