The Clown In The Political Circus.
I wanted to be a comic figure,
Though round me run magic scopes,
I wished to be fake and fickle,
And a political jester on the rope.
The gentle men around, hound and hound,
And set competition to catch a prey, -
The dyed mare, pimp-fair, and glittering gay.
The animals in circus, avoid touch,
Feeling inferior to humans,
And the pockets, buckets, whispers that murmur.
I wanted to be a clown in high profile circus,
By creating prologue with soundly dialogues,
To make fool the innocent tools, and thieve their vote,
By showing them my humble cloth, not the wolf in petticoat.
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