Today we're living,
A psycho circus.
Loving dirt.
Picking it to throw it,
For purposes to hurt.
We keep inside,
A lot of hate to taste.
Waiting to pick on someone,
Belittled to berate.
Today we're living,
A psycho circus.
With psychopaths we laugh at,
Behind their masks.
We call them sick.
To label this,
Not a part of normalcy.
But where does that exist.
Elected clowns,
Found are all around.
Yet we know they're nuts.
But,
Enjoyed is the sound.
A psycho circus.
Under it submerged...
People undeserving of the craze,
They are served.
Today we're living,
A psycho circus.
Entertained.
With maintained pain.
Delaying to be medicated,
Away from what's seen insane.
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