The Madman's Circus Poem by Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

Once, I totted broken
Lines to my abode
And abruptly kissed a token
Struggling to remember his code

Assorted hues clothed
His face like shield
As he coached
His deaf eyes on a voyage to the field

He appeared snow white;
He washes in a million eons.
He spoke to the light
And petted lions

He jogged his heads
For an oodles times,
And on the meadow, he treads
As if tutoring how to commit crimes

He enslaved ‘sad'
By the ribbons of dusts he screw
"He is not mad! "
Says his tattered shoe-blue