I enjoy watching the circus
Munching popcorn
That I have made.
There she is sulking
Cos her brother displaced her
From her mother’s lap.
I am rolling on the floor
Watching him fret
Over the fluff
I placed on his head.
He has given up sex,
She has given up food,
Some are doing charity
And look at those
Killing each other,
All trying to suck upto me.
Their heads are arguing
With their self serving ideas
About me.
That miser is constipated
He cannot let go.
Those two mating
With fantasies of others
Hoping that they will come.
All the characters
Seriously playing
Their existence depending
On it.
Some will provide me
With a twist
With their free will
That is also there
In the mix.
In the end
All will return
To being me.
Like a movie
Returning to the projector.
And I will stare
At my empty popcorn bag.
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