Carousel


Round and round, 

go the galloping horses 

round and round and up and down

with smiling faces on the merry go round.


But as time passes

and smiles fade,

gaudy colours 

become drab,

faces pale 

and worn.


look,

they’re 

all

disheveled 

now

lurching

and 

staggering

round and round

on the 

treadmill

of the merry go round.


Round and round.

Round and round.

One more revolution

and they may be ready.

Ready to bite the hands

that refused to feed them.


Round and round.

Round and round.

Only one more revolution,

to sharpen up the teeth. 

Round and round,

just another revolution

on the not so merry go round.




https://alternateroute.org/zines/AR8.pdf



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