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Midnight Thoughts While Attending the Carnival
Here we go again
on the roller-coaster for the 100th time.
The House of Terror wasn’t scary
the monsters weren’t as hairy
as before.
It’s like home now.
I don’t know why but I like it.
I saw myself in the house of mirrors,
less rotund than this morning at the weight guessers’. I’m changing.
Like the mime. He was great.
I knew his life portrayed ghostly
after only a second of his presence.
I wish him well in another life.
I believe I’ll meet him again
on different terms. He the observer,
I maybe the clown who parades wisdom uniquely.
I’ll leave now because my funnel cake is cooling
and I’m directed to the exits.
It was a meaningful night.
Midnight thoughts while attending the whorehouse
This roller coaster rattles
while my puke
prattles
for the 100th time.
The house of terror was so scary,
the monsters just as hairy,
bug eyed freaks from hell.
It's like home now.
I don't know why I like it.
running round the house of mirrors,
less rotund from ten years of running.
Like the mime. He was great.
I wish him well,
to go to hell, har har har ho hum!
I make me the clown who parades wisdom uniquely
and leave now 'cause my funnel cake is cooling
and I'm directed to the exit.
Thanks for the fucking night.
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. What a fun submission...
