🐒Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys Poem by WIN VENTURA

You brought your chaos, I made my cut.
You threw your show—I shut that hut.
I saw the mask, the tricks, the lies...
Watched your ego crack and get exposed to the skies.

You screamed like truth, but shook like fear.
I moved in silence—you disappeared.
You begged for fire, I walked out cold.
You play in loops—I break the mould.

So keep your clowns, your plastic crown,
Your broken throne, your staged breakdown.
Clap alone, dance in fake peace
I don't kneel for drama's lease.

Not my circus.
Not my monkeys.
Not my ticket. Not my seat... Uffff.. Now shoooo waste piece! ! !

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA