Crash Carnival

By Cliff Lake

 

Crash Carnival

 

Hello suckers…

ARE WE READY FOR THE CRASH CARNIVAL?

WELL???

 

We open the curtain to:

The Elaborate Disaster,

Intricate in its processes,

An undulate progression,

Stagnant in practice.

See the Clown Confessor!

He explains the course corrections,

Not getting the joke,

He tells all.

See the Big Hat!

It’s on top and still empty!

Not everyone wants to wear it –

They all put it on.

It’s starting to get too heavy,

But that’s the fashion these days!

And look there!

It’s the Minion Ride!

Climb on and lose your mind!

And then your soul.

Or the reverse if you like,

It doesn’t matter which,

It’s still an endless spiral,

And the only direction is down.

And what is there to eat?

Crow.

Lots and lots of crow.

And your hat and of course your foot,

Which has been in your mouth all along!

And all of it is covered in sugar and cocaine:

Tastes sweet going down,

Gets you on your way in a hurry,

And keeps you coming back for more and more.

 

Do you like where you are?

How the hell would you know?

You’ve been spinning so hard for so long,

You’ve lost all sense of discretion.

When it’s all said and done,

Who will clean it all up?

You know the carnival always trashes the place,

Then pulls up stakes and disappears…

Except… it’s the marks,

It’s the customers that leave their trash,

And some of them,

Some can’t wait for the carnival to roll through again,

So they can trash at will,

And not be caught.

BEEP, BEEP!! COMING THROUGH! BEEP, BEEP!!

 

Cliff Lake 2/27/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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