Floating Circuses Distract You

If you could swing
On vines full of wine
And climb to the top
Of fluorescent pines
And if you found people
Who stretched out small ropes
Spun from the cheeses
Their Pope took from goats
And if once invited
Beet bits you were given
To place with and baste with
The yellow cord smidgens
And if as blue mules barked
You all claimed your sections
Complete with ingredients
Stuffed by injections
And if with prayer music
The meal's scent sent thrills
From baking positions
On daffodil grills
And if chocolate smoke
Fizzed up in large clouds
As surface for dancing
And feasting of crowds
And if came fat moonbeams
With stories and corn
And when laughter
Was loudest
A baby was born

The world would still turn
Still fill up the urns
And Wal-Mart would still evade taxes