Carousel
A child’s mind shouldn’t be filled
With thoughts of retirement,
Like where the clown sleeps
After a mediocre day at the circus,
Or, how the ventriloquist throws down
Grocery money for five hungry, washed out,
Sanded, deadpan, puppet faces.
Such are the responsibilities of the freaks
Not those watching the show, see Billy,
Things really are better on my side.
I’m not a dealer, stealer, streetside grifter,
From me you can buy bottled tickets
To the one time only gala freakshow.
There is no matinee showing when you’ve burst
And the only child at heart just stopped beating.
Unfurl your red carpet tongue
And get ready for one last ride
On the neverending merry go round
Of childhood, of innocence,
Of your whole life flashing before your eyes
As the room spins out of control
At the whimsical hand of twelve too many
Prescription painkillers.
There’s a porcelain and metal horse
Eyeing your cotton candy,
But you’re too busy enjoying
The centripetal force to care.
With thoughts of retirement,
Like where the clown sleeps
After a mediocre day at the circus,
Or, how the ventriloquist throws down
Grocery money for five hungry, washed out,
Sanded, deadpan, puppet faces.
Such are the responsibilities of the freaks
Not those watching the show, see Billy,
Things really are better on my side.
I’m not a dealer, stealer, streetside grifter,
From me you can buy bottled tickets
To the one time only gala freakshow.
There is no matinee showing when you’ve burst
And the only child at heart just stopped beating.
Unfurl your red carpet tongue
And get ready for one last ride
On the neverending merry go round
Of childhood, of innocence,
Of your whole life flashing before your eyes
As the room spins out of control
At the whimsical hand of twelve too many
Prescription painkillers.
There’s a porcelain and metal horse
Eyeing your cotton candy,
But you’re too busy enjoying
The centripetal force to care.