A Cynical Circus Poem by John Sensele

Fed up with celebrating international days
Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus.

Chosen and frozen in a cynical circus
In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
The poor pray for focus in every liturgical locus
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons.

In an ivory tower teeming with tycoons
Masticating morsels of mutton
Preaching and teaching a weed creed for buffoons and raccoons
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton.

Masticating morsels of mutton
Bankrolled by a tycoon with tongue in cheek ways
The voiceless and vulnerable vie for the baptism baton
Fed up with celebrating international days.