Carnival of Cannibals and Crabs

Life's a carnival ride, a bag of barkers and crabs pinching the mind with pink toys and shiny swag stuffing your mind with sweet soft fuzzy things wraps you in heavy chains and a cold nose ring, leads you to a fiery, Ferris wheel ride of denial plunks you aside a bearded lady-opening thighs you want to jump off but your just to damn high she takes you around a brutish, glittering world leather studded ,hungry for a necklace of dirty pearls Her mouth is smeared with black lipstick and gravy the rides finally over but the soul is still draining. The fun house has mirrors filled with bending dream walls are wailing, blood drips down from the beams you scramble down back alleys for pockets of peace then slide on chunky puddles of black ice and screams.. There's only one way out and that's all the way down the chute's filling with hell hounds and manic clowns balloons brimming with flocks of blues and red herring fistfuls of daisy grenades, with them there's no winning. You've hit rock bottom, there's a tunnel of golden light a beautiful angel in waiting but she's lost her mind slowly she's swinging a crinkled up no vacancy sign while the barker is spinning flocks of his little white lies. Life's a plastic bag filled with mad barkers and whirling crabs, teasing like a virgin , then swallowing you whole like a hag.