Moooo-vies ( thank you, Baudelaire)

from the carnival of souls
there is no where left to hide
when the merry bells toll
dancing cannot be denied

the freeks have grown so beautiful
they shine there own bright light
there colors are so plentiful
they remove the black from night

they are neither discreet nor tasteful
be they are still such a sight
that its almost undetectable
when they maim your brain with blight

its a brand new love eternal
a sky full of colored kites
that swoop down low infernal
a dragon dropping in just for a bite

it sings a song sadistic
and with him we all chime
as nightmares realistic
cast curses cleverly with rhymes

about the bane of all things beautiful
the plague against the pure
and the freeks perform so dutiful
that with their show they lure

all the children to the big top
to feed the beast they all were sent
and from then on we have never stopped
wondering where the future went.

they called it entertainment
but i say they all got bent
they entered the taming tent
and by the wild they got rent!


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