Just give me a top hat and a cane, and I’ll lead it all, all
three rings filled with scantily-clade ladies on horseback, and fully dressed
clowns in big shots, and acrobats who defy death high up in this circus tent
of life, where I made the audience laugh – you think they laugh at you.
Oh yes, it must be me, the ring master (ring leader) around
whom the horsed prance, and midgets get shot out of canons.
Nobody is more amused than I am. No one better suited to
direct attention to this act or that, a regular dare devil defying death
without leaving the ground as I push on with a show that is only something in
my head, I think therefor it is, or is it?
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