Of course, ferris wheels are
your sick idea of a
cheap thrill.
You know I am
scared of heights.
Why not just push
me out of a
flying tin can
with a balloon
strapped to my
back?
After that pink fluff
on a stick, a have
cotton mouth
for days. Not to
mention this
frog in my
throat. I'm so
bored, I could
croak.
Why are all these
people laughing
and carrying on?
Is their idea of
fun, half dead
carnival rides;
operated by
stoned face
men? Their eyes
as bloodshot
as a cold
tequila sunrise.
" Do I want to grab a
burger at Jack in the Box? "
You are certainly
more than one card
short, of a full
deck pal! I hate
clowns, and I
despise you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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