The afternoon contains a hint
of that melancholy musty scent, so
take me to a circus tent
where I can easily pay my rent
performing for the wealthy gents.
Get that big-top-kinda thrill
for my freakish double-jointed skill.
My skirt, a swirling daffodil.
They ooh and ahh at all my trills.
Toss me their petal-shaped bills.
The evening imbues a rotting smell
of fresh-cut flowers down a well.
The strong man lost his prized barbell.
And though I’m sold, there’s more to sell.
And though I’m told, there’s more to tell.
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take me to a circus tent
Jefferson Airplane
where I can easily pay my rent
Artwork: ‘Lady in a Yellow Dress’ Thea Recuerdo
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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