For Jim, David, and Andrew
By Susan Sundwall
The Ringmaster’s name is Cocaine
She will smile as she calls out your name
“Inside of the ring, dear, you’ll see,
how your troubles and sorrows will flee.”
So you join in the Ringmaster’s dance;
life is rough, why not take the chance?
That the ringmaster knows more that you
and the things that he tells you are true
The trapeze that you seize flings you high
it’s so pleasant this rush to the sky.
You feel like you’re wearing a crown;
won’t ever, not ever, come down.
It’s so wonderful here at the top.
Please, oh please, it just can’t ever stop.
But you glance at the Ringmaster’s face,
and somehow you see there no grace.
She whispers, “I know you want more.”
And his lies hide the dead on the floor
of the Circus where fools become slaves
and dance all the way to their graves . . .
To their graves
to their graves
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