Derrick Clark

Rookie (04-25-81 / tulare california)

My Job, Is A Circus - Poem by Derrick Clark

Today topic: circus-looking worker's.
Where, did we find these character at?
What the hell! Animal-looking, bi-polar, and nomadic people.

May, day, May, day, help me! They might, devour me.
Mr. Mark the supervisor, are worker like, the night of the living dead?
Okay Mr Clark, along, they don't eat your poetic brain.

Got three coming, I throw food, drug's, and some clothe's at them.
Leave me along now! Let me, do my part of my job.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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