Julius Cesar said that the people will be content if he gave them bread and circus.
They are doing just that...people! ! !

People wanted more bread and circus,
send in the clowns, because I’m sad,
the country’s going to hell in a basket,
you know? Nobody seems to give a damn.

Is that for happiness that the multitude
let out from their souls the loudest of laughs,
or that’s because they have their nerves
shattered by lose hyenas, they are in fright?

Every four years the circus comes to town,
people wearing funny noses, like the clowns,
telling half truths, promises and mostly lies
to an audience full of naïve knockdowns.

In the circus manege we have the one and only
from the geriatric ward with hopes to last,
a Fury whipping her all too dead horses
and Farrakhan’s his beloved chosen one.

Oh! what a performance we are privy of!
no more bread, but send us all the clowns,
should laugh when we can, ‘cause we will not
when the circus arrive inside the White House.