foolery? poem # 1

when p.t. barnum's big top became
overheated overcrowded on a hot
summer day he'd erect a poster:
TO THE EGRESS an eager throng
would follow the arrows find
themselves shunted outside
at present we are overheated
overcrowded: are we now egressing
ourselves from our star-bedecked
canvas no return ticket yet available?

2021 Jacqueline Jackson