Tristan Robert Lange

The Carousel of Critics

The carousel of critics

Circulates around,

Each one bound

To give their fill;

There’s plenty to hate,

The entertained are irate,

Want their money back—

The sacrifice—

Not selfless enough—

Sacrilege to the sanctimonious

Sellouts

Shooting shit till it showers.

Someday,

The spinning will cease, right?