The
Circus Never Stops
In the dusty, bloodied, and tear-soaked
arena of daily confrontations with life
and not the catacombs of the Bibles,
Korans, and Gospels of the world
will we find ourselves, —
Lost in a haze of wonder, not knowing
which path to take, life comes crashing down,
and a new way is found to the promised
land of undreamed horizons, and new
joys and miseries ensue, —
The circus never stops, day in and day out
the monkeys play, and Old Whore Life
laughs, and laughs, and laughs until
the hammer comes crashing
down again, —
And a new way is found!
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