Circus

Choose your case and industry,
And fix yourself within it,
Say pin making and Taylorism,
As your gods and wizards.

Watch CJ dash himself on rocks,
Like a Benzene Dream Snake,
Referenced at a thousand yards,
Of bleak obscurity and wit,

To wreck on his own shores,
Back-slapping the foul mists,
Of fellow-favoured thinkers,
Lost in cursing rhetoric.

See Psych in Action here friends,
Weirdness and delusion abound,
Set free to rise like gliders,
On the heated air of hate.

They'll peg you in a second,
This transference and reference,
Brought low on the couch,
Fearing your Doctor's own hand,

Or you are ranting and Impotent,
Madness theorising militarily,
In your own dim front room,
Thinking you have the trigger,

That you might pacify nations,
Completely with planes and boots,
But you fear no end save judgement,
Nothing more than sideshow.