Circus Maximus, Your Government
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Sandra Feldman
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Bring out the Lions,
Without their teeth,
The faceless Elephants,
That never speak,
The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,
That make their cars go round and round,
I hear the Crack! of Master's whip,
He thinks he's really very hip,
And we go down, and down we Go,
Into the Hell, we yet not know!
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