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.
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