the carousel goes 'round
the risque, vulgar,faces
of ancient carnival jokers
mar the magic of the ride.
they are all laughing at me,
laughing at me.
they taunt like the devils
of some funhouse ride
always, always laughing---mocking.
who are they to taunt;
just some cracked and paint peeling faces
without any
remorse from the anals of time.
there is only laughter
and it grows louder and louder
until your head explodes.