The Death Of The Media Circus: A Poem

Three rings cease their circuit
As double sky-high curtains collapse
Upon the Big-Top Apple.

Spread the news-page:
Cotton-Candy Dreaming Crushed!
No story, here, nothing to see.

Move right along:
Put the clowns in forever-bed, the story said,
This calliope calls nevermore.

Now, walk the net without a wire!
Enclose your head in Tammany-less paper!
Remember:  pink elephants make a fine parade!