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FAMILY CIRCUS
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Uncle Jim
Not James
Motorcycle-scarred
With a pill-habit wife
The bed is the only piece of furniture
Crumpled with use
The rest supports stacks of photographs too ugly to be framed
He visits his ramrod mother
And her other every other weekend
With the rest of the sad clowns
Lethargically putting on a travelling circus
Now too tired to move
Stuck in the same dead end town
With no more audience members to be drawn into the pit
Of circling acts
Going too slowly to stay upright anymore
And they all fall down
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I know a bunch of people like this. It's pretty sad to see. Great way of describing it poetically. Thanks for sharing!
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Great piece! I've noticed more and more people are becoming miserable like this from my mom's generation. Not exclusive to that age range, but a man with orange leathery skin in an AC/DC t-shirt comes to mind when I read this poem and his wife with her hair that has been dried out from too many perms and blonde hair dye teased and hairsprayed that always sounds like she's whining when she talks...
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Great visuals! I'd say that we all have our version of that, and definitely along the lines of the people in this poem -- just add a couple smoke-stained armchairs and empty high balls!
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I like this writing, it gives the visuals I believe the author is seeking. Good job.
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Thank you Sherryl, very much appreciate the compliment.
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I do as well -- pretty universal right? Thanks for reading, always appreciate it!