Circus of the Mind
Juggler of live hand grenades and lemons.
A tumbling contortionist.
Live statue impersonating a super hero.
Escape artist walking the tightrope.
Crystal ball stroked by the mind reader
As amateur ventriloquist laughs on.
Experiencing all this funny fun distraction,
He pets the blind man's cat on a leash,
As he pays for the daily paper.
Later…
Still in the throes of his circus world,
His mind sits him quietly across from his always-vocal wife
Jabbering about the weather
As his concentration returns to his frontal lobe
Where the trapeze artist gazes down
At the distant growling tigers circling his catcher net
Wondering why they are so angry at him.
“Ready for a break, Arthur?”
The man in the white coat
Places the daily dose of pills in the Ring Master’s hand.
“Time for the striking of your big tent, little man,”
As he hands the smiling round face some water.
“Down the hatch, now.”
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Love ya!
Jane
I recall the first debates were out in the open on a soapbox and the candidates had to have a strong voice reaching the people on the far end of the rabble crowd. Sometimes, they threw rotten tomatoes at the speakers if they didn't like them.
I will evade the pain of listening to Orange pontificate by watching Alone and Alone Australia. Where real survivalists endure real pain to see if they are as good as our ancestors. Even with allowed 10 modern items for their comfort, some of them "tap out" in a very few days and almost all of them couldn't make it through a single winter while most of our ancestors from the northern climates did, although they died quite young… Why we are not as intelligent as we were then. And why we let buffoons become president.
Ron