(T-1309)

A circus funhouse with distorted mirrors,
clowns with red ties and koolaide lips
bark bold untruths and misguided loyalty
to the ringmaster of reality television
streaming live from the Oval Office.

“Calm down,” they say, “he’s not that bad,”
as the cotton candy crystalizes and
caramel apples rot from the inside out.

“What will become of us?”
asks the carny as he hangs
from the trapeze and the
roustabouts in their red hats cackle.

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