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Circus


Even though I was scared of clowns, My mom always brought first row tickets to circus The smell of stale popcorn and cotton candy Had me nervous Lions and tigers running loops around their masters, Elephants on balancing balls and acrobats Tight rope walkers It was too much for me But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the show, These days, I see the circus all around me, Like BP’s elephants with excuses on their trunks Balancing on balls of salt water, I still can’t keep my mind off the show The memories follow me to the gas pump. Oil flows into My pocket book Too heavy to seal, The government has announced the show "ladies and gentlemen children of all ages... sit back and expericence the show of a lifetime" I swear I see ringleaders crack whips, Filled top hats laced with dollars signs Wearing there money green and yellow coat tails, And we are the clowns we feared, Melted embarrassment rosey red lipstick and crimson blush Ashamed to be apart of this show The tightrope artists walking lines around gas tanks Losing jobs and livelihood Acrobats swing to the ceilings of Seafood restaurant’s losing business Jumping from swing to swing scared to look down Tourism is demolished juggling balls of disappointment Seas of fish have to relocate This is why I never liked the circus The smell of rotten hot dogs and crawfish Standing in the middle of chaos America, we didn’t ask for these first row seats, The Gulf of Mexico our stage, So close to the action Tiger’s cough up hair balls to soak up this mess Rings of fire morph into slick hula hoops around the south Pollutions invades our big top This cirque de soileil has turned into cirque de petrol now there trying to clog the spill Fish turn into the trash that filled the ocean Sea horses gallop with Atomic bombs Strapped to there backs Seals balance containers on their nose rushing to cover up this leak The stench of stale oil in the water I never wanted to play the balancing acts with broken spills Never wanted to see the Seas of fisherman and sailors Waiting in aggravation The show has been running so long Their handing out free tickets we have been forced to watch the spectale Your peanut excuses and tumbling acts will not keep here, How long will it be before we turn our backs Turn off the TVs and radios Return to our lives Or will it just be another day at the circus?
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>
remynajee
Responds to the Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico in 2010
remynajee
Poem titled "Circus" in respond to the Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico in 2010

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