Twisted Carnival
Twisted Carnival
Welcome to the madhouse, it's filled with mirrored walls,
Some that make you short and others make you tall.
There's plenty of games and carnival rides.
There's shadows and darkness where monsters can hide.
There's homicidal clowns laughing with glee,
And a hat that is madder who's ready for tea.
Welcome to the madhouse, the freaks are all insane.
Their withered bodies twisted, mangled and maimed.
Of games there are plenty for which you can try.
Be careful when you do though, they're designed to make you cry.
Care to place a wager? Care to take a guess?
You'll get a consolation prize regardless of success.
Welcome to the madhouse, for a price we sell your dreams,
Which in turn will poison you and choke you with your screams.
The customers are very lavish and the make-up's quite unique.
You'll never see the same routine repeated week by week.
The Ferris wheel is one hundred feet high, the fireworks burn bright.
A carousel spins out of control, close to the speed of light.
And every child laughs for they know no evil yet.
And every adult knows the punishment they get.
So join us now and I will bet, you'll have a time you'll never forget.
Copyright © Alycia Wheatley | Year Posted 2018
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