Kickled Out
"Here is a thing, glorious thing
Fit for a king,
Glamorous, gaudy grand thing for a fling,"
Seventeen salesmen, cocky and proud'
Chanted aloud, "Joy is a thing!
Stand out from the crowd!"
I was kicked out of a classy, cult carnival,
Giddy old newfangled, loveless fat carnival.
Small wonder I fled,
After asking for bread,
From the horror and dread,
Of stones.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015
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