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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