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I'm tethered in a zoo cage, huddled fearful as jeering gobs thrust forward, pressing the bars, incessant, insistent and impatient for the slow show to start, while grinning toothy grimaces. My place is spotlit. I trot with planks as footwear, sooty-faced and jingling bells dripping from the tips of a spiked joker's hat, while I gibber the scripted rubbish, burbling to the act's end. Sentenced to universal mirth, I dig my ignominious grave as a hasty cachette; dead to this scornful caste, I'll let a better set revamp my dampened spirit.      While somewhere out of sight, there stands the man      who engineered my folly as his plan.