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Puppets and Pain
Off to the Circus
With Dads last buck
Bring the little children
Time for first trauma
Caked Make-up
Chalky-white but pearly-not
Buffoon Red Lips
Please do not Kiss.
The tragedy in the man
Who must steal dad's last buck
The sorrow one feels
When consciousness open up
A tent full O' Wounds
a tent full O' Fools
All for your pleasure
And some peanuts too!
This is the way
Come see the FREAK!!!
Step inside
Spend dad's last buck.
Psycho Clowns on Trikes
Spun round n round
Such energy is
Such lives be
Who is to judge
When life is a Circus.
I'd rather see puppets
Some Puppets in Pain.
by oldman
posted on 05/11/2007
With Dads last buck
Bring the little children
Time for first trauma
Caked Make-up
Chalky-white but pearly-not
Buffoon Red Lips
Please do not Kiss.
The tragedy in the man
Who must steal dad's last buck
The sorrow one feels
When consciousness open up
A tent full O' Wounds
a tent full O' Fools
All for your pleasure
And some peanuts too!
This is the way
Come see the FREAK!!!
Step inside
Spend dad's last buck.
Psycho Clowns on Trikes
Spun round n round
Such energy is
Such lives be
Who is to judge
When life is a Circus.
I'd rather see puppets
Some Puppets in Pain.
by oldman
posted on 05/11/2007
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Comment by oldman: May 11, 2007 11:35 pm
http://youtube.com/watch?v=I6w1FQbrojo
Comment by missingmom: May 11, 2007 11:40 pm
Clowns are scary!Comment by oldman: May 11, 2007 11:46 pm
yes they are.Comment by oldman: May 12, 2007 12:02 am
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QJhVM930YXY&mode=related&search=
Here is a scene of pain but looking at them in life you would think they are in accord with their given condition. Not one weeping while collecting garbage to live, not one seems to be in pain. They exist as is. As the video progresses and some show signs of pain but they tend to be ones who have more than a handful of garbage. Too much is never enough. Too little and self sorrow sets in. More than enough is had by most but looking over their shoulder and they will want more. They want more than what has been given. To collect and earn is when one will attain. There is when one is satisfied but the moment some one gives you what you have not earned you weep and mourn, how dare someone give me what I can attain on my own. How dare they think I am weak and unable to self love and provide. Destruction will ensue then I will cry. I will cry and mourn the loss. I will mourn the loss as if something has been taken away. Nothing has been lost as you have not earned. You lost because you placed it higher than it is or was. You are in pain because you made it more. You made it more than you made yourself. Self love must be prime or love beyond will never house.
Comment by kayla: May 12, 2007 12:39 am
wise words oldman
Clowns scarey, yes very.Comment by Darryn732: May 12, 2007 1:20 am
cool poemComment by DarkDay: May 12, 2007 4:55 am
... no comments... O.o Comment by Styrmwolf: May 17, 2007 7:26 pm
*nods*Comment by missingmom: May 30, 2007 7:32 pm
Oh you are a Wise Oldman! Even though you're not really old, I'm older than you are! LOL! Good thoughts!Comment by cryingblackblood: Jan 31, 2008 1:07 pm
i love this poem because i can't understand it. it makes me think. is this a poem about how your afraid of clowns? or that fact that someone would spend there last dollar to see them? very thought provokingComment by missingmom: Aug 14, 2008 7:17 am
Reminds me of the many thoughts I have when I walk the Strip here in Vegas and "people watch", the Las Vegas Strip, truly the best "circus" on earth, then I might rate Hollywood Blvd, a close second!