I don’t remember exactly how I began working at the circus,
but by my seventh year, I was ready to quit.
The job was going nowhere. I started out training lions,
and was demoted to cleaning elephant shit.
Elephant shit isn’t as messy as you might think.
Still, it can get monotonous. The rain fell hard that Christmas Eve.
I walked into the boss’s office without knocking,
“I quit,” I said, “I’ve had enough.” He took off his hat,
and looked up at me, “Who are you?” he said.