“Step Right Up, Sit Right Down
What we offer is for free
you simply give to us your hand
we take your soul and play the lottery”
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the hawkers were at it again
dawn til dusk it’s always the same
they had to corner a billion or so
before the winter’s came
*
people by the month
in a long and steady line
you can wave at each other
Skype has a cadence to step in time
*
“Don’t take candy from a stranger”
mama’s instruction runs through my head
you may not be taking poison
but I assure you will be dead
*
I looked in my cereal bowl
only three flakes one table-spoon of milk
my children’s tummies are screaming
they’re aching to be filled
*
“EXTRA, EXTRA read all about it”
special’s for today
a loaf of rotten bread
new beheadings on display
*
Ebola has been countered
so the newscasters have us misled
politically they tell their lies
soothing our unease and dread
*
The circus will soon be coming
the tents are in our town
you have to be a magician
to keep the bayonets down
*
in the original story
four horsemen had a goal
all corners of the ravaged earth
to recieve disaster’s bowls
*
pestilence, we have so little
famine, it’s just a pinch
earthquakes and fires never
tornadoes theyr’e a cinch
*
Truthfully what is there to fear
there’s forewarning on the news
and think of all the movies
they’ve stocked with ample clues
*
I really am not worried
were making out just fine
two boxes left of wheat chex
for milk we stand in line
*
the lines are getting longer
but not as long as some
I’ve heard in parts of Russia
they stand for weeks to come
when all of this is over
I’ll thankfully raise hat to hand
and pack the kids and what not
we’ll off to Disneyland
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This is meant to be dark humor, but if you don’t notice a shred of truth just look at the news, go to the grocery store where cereal boxes have shrunk in size (twice is less than 2 months). Ebola and beheadings are serious issues that “they” are having a hard time finding a big enough carpet to sweep this stuff under.
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penned in moon dust 
Your poem reminded me of an old song….seems most of it’s still true.
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‘Tis difficult to find the positive… anywhere; we’ve not given up the search.
the children
we must all find tomorrow
they are
_m
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