Psycho Circus Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.