Been riding this catastrophic carousel
For too many years.
I remember I was once happy,
Eager.
Mother said she loved me,
I never believed her.
Here,
Crystal **** smells like cotton candy.
Here,
Balloon animals are filled with nitrous.
Everyone seems content here,
The horse on the carousel provides
A surplus of serotonin.
Crazed clowns cashing in
On their crooked version of capitalism.
Their ferris wheel of fear and loathing
Never stops spinning.
I used to berate the carnies,
Now the carnival is a part of me.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Been riding this catastrophic carousel
For too many years.
I remember I was once happy,
Eager.
Mother said she loved me,
I never believed her.
Here,
Crystal **** smells like cotton candy.
Here,
Balloon animals are filled with nitrous.
Everyone seems content here,
The horse on the carousel provides
A surplus of serotonin.
Crazed clowns cashing in
On their crooked version of capitalism.
Their ferris wheel of fear and loathing
Never stops spinning.
I used to berate the carnies,
Now the carnival is a part of me.
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