I Ran Out of Peanuts

[fim]

Intently, the audience stares,
amazement in their eyes.
But they may not know,
my cooperation, a peanut buys.

Balancing on a ball
and posing like I do,
it makes a show man out of me,
it's all I ever knew.

Parade around the tent
with that woman on my back.
She isn't all that heavy,
it's the energy I lack.

Shackled, whipped, and beaten,
men don't treat me right.
Get me some more peanuts,
or I might leave tonight.

TheWall0912,
I like the continuity of your poem. It might be a simple poem but I locked on to the show man (of me) and it took a couple more reads to realize the show man was a pachyderm. Yea, probably should have caught that on the first read when I got to the fourth line's peanut.
Like how you ended it.