everybody hurts
if only they'd tell the truth
watching the balloons come crashing down
burning down the town
fighting on the floor
mad as hell at soap operas
when a doctor doesn't know his lines
and still pays no fines
traveling circus
jugglers with great balls on fire
the ringmaster with his big black hat
great fat lady fat
at the popcorn stand
hot butter flowed like honey
tumblers and clowns and the magic tent
money paid the rent
as the big top closed
the audience fled the room
breezes blew each head into the night
soft as candle light
everybody hurts
if only they'd tell the truth
watching the balloons come crashing down
burning down the town
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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