Entertain Us! Entertain Us! Comes the roar of the circus crowd.
Fill our plump, blubbery jelly bellies with dandy cotton candy sugary sweet,
Trick-or-treat, give me something good to eat!
They wiggle and applaud giggling with goody gumdrop glee as the ferocious lion gets free
From its cage, jumping up on center stage to ravenously devour the hapless ringmaster
From head to toe
And the chaotic scene makes them howl and scream with delight,
Spilling popcorn and beer, a slobbering cheer throws the contents of their mouth
Over triple chins onto rotund, fattened flesh
Stuffed full at the myriad pleasure palace temples of greasy, indulgent food.

Should I oblige, give you a prize, hamburger and fries, salty lies you despise all the wise,
Watering words whirlybirds too absurd and heard only in still, quiet moments
When you stop eating, bleating, meeting, cheating chit-chat, chewy chuckle chock full
Chocolate chip chunk chubby choo-choo chew your chitlin’s and listen!!!

I looked out upon the world and saw a movie scene unfurled.
A nation, strong as a youth walked the streets completely oblivious to danger.
His steps were light and fleet, he hoped he would meet the fulfillment to his hormonal hunger.
His head spun with wonder as she drew him in to her brilliant gaze, smooth long legs,
Pouty, curving lips, swaying hips, full firm breasts and long, dark hair,
Dark as the night, like the sinful light in her eyes.
A spider need only inject once for its victim to be paralyzed.

So he went in to her nest with her mouth watering
Offer of fanciful, frolicking, festival fantasies in her bed.
He bled every last drop as she sucked him in through her candy-coated shell
To the doors of hell, rotting like her flesh, putrid, perverted, pollution fountains of filth
Flowing with the tissue of dead carcasses, like cows walking into slaughter. He embraced Pleasure’s daughter, giving his body as an offering to her collection of strong men’s bones.
And the nation of fools observed, drew it in, absorbed this tragedy,
And passed on, closing deaf ears and blind eyes to its warning.

Laugh it up, hip hooray, drink and bray in your rhapsodic orgies, you lovers of pleasure.
When you lie helpless in the road, vomiting up your alcohol overload,
Your cries met with silence as you’re left alone,
Wisdom will mock at the end of the American empire,
Consumed in the raucous celebration of her circus games,
Attached to the virtual world of TV, sitting in their open chair caskets,
Watching the cop show calamity. We forsook truth for a shadow of reality.

Oh, I will entertain you if you so desire, but I long for the day when our tiny, atrophied muscles
Will be strong enough to run on the heights with our true Lover,
All our lives poured out as a holy offering around His throne
And we drink the pure draughts of worship in Zion’s home.
C’mon, get up out of your chair. The circus performers were never really there.