I buy another ticket to the circus
If a sucker is born every minute,
then I have been reborn about 30 million times.
I am no old soul.
The universe gleefully spanks my rear end every 60 seconds
then diapers me fresh with an embroidered “Kick Me” nappy.
Doe eyed and cabbage brained,
I see the best in people
even after they fool me twice.
Hope? Take my money!
I’ll slam down that damn hammer all day
just so I can see the ball hovering
inches away from the bell.
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Wow! Terrific poem, taut & to the point, with a saving knowingness. And by the way, you’re way better off than all us damned cynics.
Hammer on!
I think I’m in line right behind you! This is marvelous.
Fantastic- especially love
The universe gleefully spanks my rear end every 60 seconds
then diapers me fresh with an embroidered “Kick Me” nappy.
I enjoyed this poem, especially the percussive break of “I am no old soul,” because it’s such the opposite of what most people articulate
I have a ticket to the same circus. Good work.