Front row seats at your circus.
Trapeze artist swings, flings and clings
With the best of them. Tweet?
Lions jump through fiery rings,
Only to step in elephant poop.
Must have fed them at the wrong time.
Ring a bell, then here comes
The clown car at high speed.
Screeches to a halt and empties thirteen.
It’s a good show, but the popcorn’s stale,
And the chocolate covered raisins
Melted in my hand (it was hot too).
Rearrange the spoon in my belt.
Croon to the moon just how I felt.
King of things betrays the servant.
Don’t look that way. It’s all I can do.
Nothing but gum stuck to my shoe.
Do you live in the path of mess?
You can tell me. Please, confess.
It’s the same in every camp.
Drop it off without a stamp.
Whistle a nifty tune in the dark.
Up the chimney, left your mark.
Try my self too much you’ll see,
I’m not one to mince or sizzle.
POW! It hits, then I’m gone.
Won’t hang around to milk the fun.
Won’t tell you twice when I fume.
Won’t apologize to those in the room.
It’s you and me, got to settle things.
What you get is what you bring.
Neither you nor I will tell a lie
About the way I swat a fly.
Seek connection another way.
Don’t waste my time with garbage cans.
You didn’t find the truth in trash.
You found the meaning with your mouth.
Taste and see just what I mean.
Just don’t hang around this scene.
I am through feeding you.
This is the last shoo fly pie I’ll do.
Add your plea to the settlement.
Scratch your fleas. Scratch something.
Follow the eagle across the hill.
Turn yourself inward until you’re full.
Check your places where movements are blaring.
See if your eyes are done their staring.
Free your mind to the ceiling.
Catch a fly. Get the meaning.
If you like to surf a spell,
Sleep until it goes to hell.
Slurp the gel, wipe the grill.
Go the right way, standing still.
Bling is a thing, when hanging from
A golden string, weaves funny feelings,
About other ones who like to swing.
It’s much fun to lift a metric ton,
With your index finger.
No, you’re not a swinger.
You are honest about the rulers
On this earth. You are stepping up
To swing a thing, to bring a bulbous
Tarantula to the ring-a-ding train.
Let’s settle this like gentleman.
I give you a pat on the back.
You give me a stack of money.
That’s the way the world sings.
Cling to my sting. Everything
Goes bump in the night.
My might loses a few strings.
Can you see the thing
Coming close to you?
Narrow is the path
That comes from the forest,
And up the pine trees.
Knock your knees
And say please and thank you.
Don’t be rude. I’ll give you a clue.
Things aren’t always what they seem,
Even in dreams, especially me.
Hardware scare in the middle of the day.
Don’t make friends. Make an enemy today.
Think twice before you be nice.
Look both ways before you hold a parade.
Caboose clings to Sodom and Gomorrah.
Simple things come close in the evening.
Do you question everything?
There is no clarity in confusion.
There is no worry in institutions.
Only cats defy resolution.
Are you ready for the revolution?
Nothing comes up short like ice cream.
I wish I had a dollar for every dream
That was choked by high and mighty weeds.
Simplify, then multiply.
How does the peacock look,
In the magic mirror on the wall?
It doesn’t even fit. Gotta get
A bigger mirror, or
Cut off some of those feathers.
Then again, you’ve missed the point.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 