Ode to the Magic Circus


Legions of people come and go,
some dim, some dumb, some fat and slow,
some wild-eyed, cheerful, happy campers
and frenzied, gawking, awestruck revellers.
They spend their dollars, pounds, euros
and find themselves right in the throes
of being bled by corporate greed,
which has no shame and will not heed
Cassandra's call that overreaching,
with shameless thievery, unyielding,
it undermines its own existence
and breeds nothing but resistance.
And neither mouse nor duck nor dog
can clear away the shameful fog
of callous disrespect for all,
since every manager’s enthralled
with the short term bottom line,
which will destroy it all in time.

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