This ride may be hazardous
To those with weakened hearts.
Proceed at your own risk.
Please keep your hands and feet
Inside the car at all times,
And enjoy the ride.
You lured me in
With your street hustle charm.
We both played our roles well,
The puppet master and Mary-onette,
I was jerked around at your whim,
My strings twisting in your grasp,
A dizzying dervish spin,
A maelstrom of uncontrolled chaos
Spiraling toward emotional catastrophe.
I’m tired of the vertigo,
The nausea that will not cease,
Unwilling to strap in
For another trip through your insanity.
Please remain seated
As this Mary-go-round
Comes to a complete stop
And proceed to the nearest exit.
~~~ This poem was written in response to a prompt from over at dVerse Poets Pub asking for poems about fairs.