THE CIRCUS

 THE CIRCUS

Sometimes I dream about the Circus. I dream about capturing the Circus Owners, and showing them what it's like to be on the OTHER side...
I would put chains around their ankles and make them wear dumb costumes. I'd push them down the bleachers into the spotlight. They would look up into the blinding lights and hear the crowd roar. The fear would make them shit in their pants. I would tell the crowd they shit in their pants. Everyone would laugh.  Then I would make the SELFISH, HEARTLESS, Circus Owners do stupid tricks like jumping through fire and balancing a BALL on their nose. I would make them do silly dances and stand on their heads and spin around. After the show, I'd bring them back to their tiny little cages. I'd leave a bowl of water and some rice in a bucket or something. And maybe a stick or a ball or something to play with. After a few months, I would ask them how they liked SHOW-BIZ.  Of course, this would make me laugh. I'd feel witty. 

All of the money made from the show would go toward the care and rehabilitation of the circus animals.