Face of the mask less

Awhile listening to the Devils music with world blues on my screen crawls I see the albino gypsy reshuffling the decks of Buddah, Moses, Allah and Jesus. My dream manager can't remember if it was in around or next to drive-in or a movie. The ghosts of now haunt eternally from her nostalgic fashions. The decorations of the nest are for other birds. Most of us know of them yet it trinkets for the few. Speaking it's mirrored reflections like a cellebratorial news caster verbally dancing around responsibility and its receivers perceived ownership. The model effigies of religion and ethnicity perform cosmetic surgery for the shadowed somewhat hidden financially girthy felines.  Not enough grease paint and oversized shoes for this wrenching exercised clown car. Three rings of entertainment as we coddle our inner lolly pop stuffed animal heartless chest cavities feeling superior paying for the no specie big top.