Carnivals

Twists and turns

Twists and turns

’round and ’round and ’round I go

 

Corpses burn

Corpses burn

as I entertain myself for show

 

The lion’s fake,

so is fate

This seems to be what I create

 

A master’s show,

yet no one’s flow,

illusions and delusions grow.

 

Circus, circus,

no one’s sane.

Carnival’s in my fucking brain.

 

Insane you say?

Not my way?

You’re wrong, you’re wrong!

It’s right as day

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I love the list on your front page. It is very honest. Also, did you write this poem? It’s lovely.