To Each Their Own: I Can Only Suppose

The Ferris Wheel 
Is the cheapest of thrills: 
I've a preference 
For fast living 
And an early grave;
- Heroin, cocaine, 
and very-very, 
very trashy ladies.

I'm lying once again 
Of course: 
I prefer the company of men;
Women are like vanishing shadows 
Behind rolling hills... 
...There's always something 
Being hidden by the horizon 
As it sinks away - And then suddenly - It spills...

...Ah great! 
Just great!
I really wish I could swear right now:
Some stupid drunk chick 
Just spilt her mix drink 
All over my [Expletive Deleted]
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 29, 2016 at 1:40 PM
Why is it that this poem makes me feel so good? I can see the Ferris wheel, and things rolling, things all rolling over, as they do. Cheers, Dialectic Crisis. !!
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