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.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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