Carnival Horror
With carousel horses chipped and broken
wires and wrappers littering the ground
People chattering, waiting in line
house of horrors and house of mirrors
A ferris wheel that doesn't look too happy
carnival roadies moaning and groaning
A smell very vagrant and atrocious
I ask myself why come here at all?
Children throwing stones into a fish's home
popping balloons and shooting guns
for a prize they're going to forget within a day
A blown up hammer or an overstuffed animal
a stupid keychain or a dumb gold fish
An odd barrage of music that burns my ears
Watching the tilt-a-whirl spin off it's hinges
I ask myself why did I come here?
My friend hauls me over to the roller coaster
A roadie turns down the boy ahead
You must be at least this tall!
We get strapped in, barred in
there's no escape now, I'm in prison
I feel the ride begin - jagged and bumpy
I'm not nauseated, but digusted
The people all around us, scream
They lift their hands up and I guess pray
Hope to dislodge and meet their plummeting doom
or I think maybe that's my prayer
Each circle reminds me exactly what I hate about this
Why am I here?
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