Let me say that life is like a circus
It is filled with smells
That you half
Recognize - Smells of other species' sex
Lions' half-tamed dominance
The must of elephants' intellectual
Submission
And are those flesh-colored leotards
Or flesh-colored…flesh
And the contortionist's doing something naughty
And clowns aren't funny
Sometimes sad
Mostly just creepy
And life ends too soon
And has harsh notes
And it's sexist
In an out of date way
And the food is not filling
And the clowns are creepy
And there's too much shit
And not enough sawdust
It is a place of cruelty
To animals but…
Those most cruelly used
Those most cynically exploited
Are the spectators
Fleeced
In each town
Short-changed
Like a herd of wildebeest
Except the cattle stands still
And the lions go from town to town
Run away, run away
Run away
And join the circus
