The Carnival Ride Called Anger

I had a ticket on the
Carnival ride called anger in my
Hand and I gave it to her
And she tore it in half
And then the popcorn bucket
Exploded because the
Carny never bothered to
Buckle anyone in or tell you
To stow your sunglasses and
Anyone within 10 yards of my
Heart got a free ride regardless
Of their height so we all got
Flung about screaming and
The littlest ones froze in place
With a terror grip holding the
Crossbar until the ride stopped
Scrambling us all and the
Tornado voice died down and
In the end we all sighed and
Cried and hugged each other, all of
Us, of course, except that
Fat clown-faced
Carny who tore the
Ticket, smirked
And strutted away.

2 thoughts on “The Carnival Ride Called Anger

  1. Liz says:

    WOW WOW WOW. I love this so very much, I want to read it over and over again. I fall in love with your words more and more each day. WOW.


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