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Jan 2016
By: Cedric McClester

Come with me to the circus
The head clown is center stage
His one and only purpose
Is to entertain and engage
Nothing that he says or does
Seems to insult or enrage
He’s got their rapt attention
As he pivots to assuage

What would a circus be
Without its assorted clowns
In full display to see
As the spotlight makes its rounds
Some have a lean and hungry look
Others look overfed
They’re all ready for a donnybrook
Judging by the things they’ve said

They all would like to be
Stars in their on right
But we’re gonna have to see
Who’s ready for the fight
They’re all looking to break out
On this very night
Although who ever makes it
Will find that shoe is tight

The lead clown always was
The fastest on his feet
And regardless of what he does
He will not retreat
His eye is on the prize
While he looks to defeat
All those on the rise
Cuz victory is sweet


































Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.
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Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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