Circus Secsual Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

Circus Secsual



Imagine please, a circus tent,
in strong wind the pegs are bent.
But everyone will face the storm,
to see how all the stars perform.

I’m not too fussed about the act,
to me it’s all matter of fact.
Not even just a little scared,
for I am not so ill-prepared.

I just don’t really understand,
this master whom they call a man.
Manipulating what is seen,
what’s to come and what has been.

People travel near and far,
for clowns to get inside a car.
And everybody goes insane.
for control, a cage, a chain.

All there to make a lion tame
and subdue me just the same.
Some might find me weak of mind,
and more akin to child-kind.

Or think it means, whilst on the ride,
I fell off on the other side.
It is assumed I take no joy,
in all the fancy coloured toys.

But even if I seem aloof,
remember that I gave no proof.
All in all it’s quite a show,
for all the things they think they know.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sexuality
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