A Tense Trapezius
by Maven Treecat

Ladies and gentlemen and those in-between!
Children of all ages and minds byzantine!
Welcome to the worst or best show ever seen!
(It depends on your usual supply dopamine.)

Look up! Up high! A marvel unforeseen!
The spectre of truth performs its routine!
You thought it too heavy, you judged it too mean,
but here it is now in an acrobat's scene!

I see in your eyes, I know where you've been
and how your loved things have lost their sheen,
how you feel worn down just like a machine,
and how your problems seem too elephantine.

But look! Here upon these fine trampolines
the ghost of knowledge never looked so lean!
The books that weighed down your back as a teen
now bound artfully across this fiery ravine!

These marvels I show aren't meant to demean;
these spirits are as heavy and hard as they seem.
I shall not deny they reveal sick rapine
enacted by those who deserve guillotines.

Enlightenment isn't so light when you glean
the sickness from which many fools can't wean.
But here it is now! Watch it careen
upon this tightrope soaked in gasoline!

Do you feel lighter watching? Do you feel serene?
Do not feel guilt if for this state you're keen!
You aren't forgetting nor being wiped clean.
It's simply a moment's sweetness, a gean.

So ladies and gentlemen and those in-between!
Relax your tense shoulders, wear smiles aurorean!
Find your pleasure in our fantastic routines
so you might fight the injustice we've forseen.