I don’t want to see a nation

I love tear itself apart in some

circus game, where the acrobats tumble

and where the ringmaster is but an illusion

to the real owner and stand by creators of the game,

the clowns waiting for their time

in the sun, the hideous ghoulish and rabid

fiends whose smile is painted on with glee

and self loathing despair. I hate clowns,

I hate clowns, they’re creepy fuckers

and they stick in the mind in anarchy

and whilst revolution and change is good for the soul,