Mr Avaricious
Had too much food for dinner
Had too much drink to follow
Cannot retire as a serial sinner
Will not live outside the hollow
Care for no one it’s down to me
We are not all born the same
A mighty oak or a bonsai tree
The will to run or lost and lame
This is no circus I’m no clown
Don’t smile at me with trousers down
There’s more like me in every town
You can’t keep us all underground
Growing fatter on a world so thin
Taking footsteps where I’ve never stood
This is not where I wanted in
You’d destroy us all if you could
Fat man in slimbone alley
With dark money on your mind
Your ancestors lie in vulture valley
And the crucifixes are hard to find
This is no circus I’m no clown
Don’t smile at me with trousers down
There’s more like me in every town
You can’t keep us all underground
Look at you now upon reflection
Did you see yourself below the belt
What you bought was not perfection
Now you know how other folk felt
But it made no difference to your life
Blame is an arrow in a stranger’s back
You can cut your world with the smallest knife
And leave your dead skin to feed the pack
This is no circus we are not clowns
We have no wish for money’s lure
The acrobats of money are tumbling down
This is no circus greed is no cure
(c) SJ2009
Comments
Sascade | July 15, 2009 - 05:10
smokejack, this is a beautiful poem. I like how it slips between self indulgence and social embeddedness. It hurts to read it, and it also ponders how we are hurt.
Cassy
smokejack | July 15, 2009 - 05:44
'the world would be a better place if the parents had to eat the sprouts'
Hey Sascade
Thank you very much for the compliment it is much appreciated. I wrote after sitting on a train lstening to a couple of corporates boastng about how they'd screwed a charity by selling it software it didn't need at a vastly inflated price.
'plural and bound' that's a great line of yours.
Keep up the good work
Jack