I bet no one ever warned you;
That I could fold you up and send you,
Straight on down to the ground.
Why wind yourself up
And let yourself go
When the circus is in town?
That act will get you tied up in a knot
Where there is no escape
From under the cape.
There are no more cake walkers;
No more prizes to win.
It’s a sucker’s walk
That’ll land you empty.
In those eyes vanish
What you’ve set out
To begin.
© -Sonja J. Phinney 04-Mar-08
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