Carnival Days
Don't ever laugh at carnival folks.
They're just an exaggerated reflection of ourselves.
They swallow glass-fire and cutlery.
The very things that allow us to eat.
They're morbidly obese and skinny
while most of us are somewhere in between.
The strongman isn't so strong.
There's a gun under his pillow
He dreads another day
but don't we at times
feel the same.
There's something to be learned from carnival folks.
Lessons in moderation - humility-humanity.
We all will be eating glass, fire, and metal someday.
Listen to the carnival folks and never laugh at them
; they know things that we don't.
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