#ringmaster - Hello Poetry

Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides Partial recognition what society provides One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster

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Jul 24, 2025

Jul 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Ringmaster

Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides Partial recognition what society provides One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster

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The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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Jun 13, 2015

Jun 13, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC

roger-turner

The day the circus came to town

The posters said tomorrow At eleven on the dot The Mishkin Brothers Circus Would be here ....on this spot There would be no carnival or midway Just one tent and three rings And all of the excitement That a good old circus brings There would be elephants and lions Trapeze artists overhead Dancing dogs and ponies And zebras painted red Clowns of all description Answering to just one man In the center of the circle Was Mishkin brother....Dan He'd run the show for twenty years Gone from town to town to town In one day they would get set up And in two, they'd tear it down One day to show the locals The circus still was an event With magic, form the Barnum Days All housed inside one tent The sideshow barkers and their geeks Were not with this fine group Dan Mishkin had assembled Only the finest circus troup From Russia he had jugglers Knife throwers, just the best ******** riders from Decatur Along with all the rest Fourteen trucks and trailers Pulled into town the night before Breaking ground once they arrived Working right through until four Just old time entertainment No travelling gypsy band was this It was the Mishkin Brothers Circus It was something not to miss The show was started promptly At twelve o'clock, like the sign said A parade of all the players And the zebras painted red Two shows and it was over The whole routine began anew The field was once more empty Gone was the Mishkin rolling zoo A year from now, we'd see the signs And we'd all go to the tent To see the Mishkin Brothers Circus The best money ever spent

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They call me a raving lunatic My mind is poor and sick Manic vagabond, mystic sorcerer Snake Oil Salesman, Son of Lucifer Given wings of Raven feathers Cursed to live in stormy weather Chaos lives beneath the color of my painted teeth I've a dark mind indeed, of morbid persuasion Come sing along to your damnation Ride the cannibal sensation Devise a way to survive the game Or you won't get out alive again Alchemy infernal, elixir of dark might Inhale the emerald Smoke of Jesterian Light Given to us a seventh sight Arise to conquer the lies this night Our darkest night A beast, a fiend, a wicked thing I'm a regular madman A creep, a dream, a demon seed A regular madman Indeed Follow me through the thick of the trees Over roots and rocks and dying leaves To a darker realm of mystery Where everyone is a freak like me A better place, you'll see A better place indeed

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC

xan-abyss

A Regular Madman

They call me a raving lunatic My mind is poor and sick Manic vagabond, mystic sorcerer Snake Oil Salesman, Son of Lucifer Given wings of Raven feathers Cursed to live in stormy weather Chaos lives beneath the color of my painted teeth I've a dark mind indeed, of morbid persuasion Come sing along to your damnation Ride the cannibal sensation Devise a way to survive the game Or you won't get out alive again Alchemy infernal, elixir of dark might Inhale the emerald Smoke of Jesterian Light Given to us a seventh sight Arise to conquer the lies this night Our darkest night A beast, a fiend, a wicked thing I'm a regular madman A creep, a dream, a demon seed A regular madman Indeed Follow me through the thick of the trees Over roots and rocks and dying leaves To a darker realm of mystery Where everyone is a freak like me A better place, you'll see A better place indeed

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