Some day's
I feel like a human staple
only me and the paper
fixing it to the pinboard
on the words
I sometimes write down
lawyers become bespoke
reading my papers
and then **** with me
dead cell in the ring
never dances
even if the man in top hat say's
it does
life is a circus
where the elephant in the room dances
how the ****
is the circus for you?