Performing in the Circus of Breathing
The secret of living is breathing;
so there you are crawling around
gulping air like a pacman
hunting magic numbers until
… drum roll … you disappear.
Welcome to the circus.
We have the strongest, tallest,
fattest, smallest, we have
bearded women, conjoined twins,
hermaphrodites and mermaids,
we even have our own elephant man,
but that’s strictly x-rated.
Roll up. Roll up.
We are the greatest show on earth,
standing on just one leg
on the bare back of a galloping horse
we go around and around in circles
- hey! that’s worth a round of applause.
For our pleasure and amusement
we can throw flames in any direction,
with a whip and a chair we tame roaring lions,
disco with bears, teach dogs mathematics,
dress a chimpanzee in a white coat and he’ll
explain the theory of quantum physics,
and bomb juggling, ha! we do that blindfolded;
better watch out for those butter-finger clowns
- nah only joking!
So step onto the high wire
and stretch out your arms; spotlight centre stage
this is your big top debut,
but remember a little caution please
as a safety net is no longer provided,
well let’s face it, you should know by now
that from the cradle (performance ready)
to the grave realization that breathing
isn’t a secret;
all you have to do is learn to exhale
© 2007 P.A.Ley