Step right up!
You don’t want to miss it!
The
Greatest
Experience
Ever!
One that is bound to put
A smile on your face.
This place?
Ooh—a delight—O, the sight!
Filled with fun,
With a tinge of—
How should I put it?—
Fright.
That’s right, folks,
Enter right here—
Have no fear—
This is what we call
The queue,
Designed especially for
You.
Look!
There’s plenty here for you
To do—
Through and through—
Like looking through the
Funny glass
And seeing all the
Funny versions
Of you.
Or, next,
There’s the game of
“Pin by the tail a rat”,
And you get to be
The cat—
For now—
The only track;
There’s no turning back.
That’s right—
That’s right—
Step up onto this rack;
The lights are about to go
Black.
Not for long—
A moment in fact—
Before the strobe lights act
Out
In brilliance,
Fomenting fantastic
Flashing fear.
Now that you are in—
Gates closed—
Let the ride begin.
First stop?
Nope kids,
This ain’t no drop,
Just your clothes—
We’ll help you plop
Those useless things—
Into rags we’ll chop.
Next up?
The Golden Cup,
Where we watch you
Where we watch you
Piss
Away your youth’s hopes
And missed dreams—
Murdering your future
As it screams.
But wait!—there’s more!—
We don’t like to see
You frown
And, to turn that thing
Upside down,
We’ll stitch your eyebrows
Up to your crown,
Your cheeks to your brows,
A way to thread up a smile
And keep it for a while.
Touched up with makeup—
Going out naked, but in style.
Cameras rolling
But no worries, darlings,
Because we’ve got you
Smiling!
And now:
The ending.
That’s right, folks,
The end of the line,
As final as the last drop
Of wine.
You are an empty bottle,
Nothing left to
Throttle,
Useless and disposable—
No longer posable—
This, here,
Is the last bout
Where we off the lights and
Dump
You
Out.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Combo punches here, the imploding of civilisation 🙏🏻🕊
Indeed. Thank you so much, my friend, for your time and your feedback, always, eagerly anticipated and appreciated. 🖤🙏🐦⬛
So clear a metaphor this of how society treats us. Told where to go and what to do and if that is not enough told that we like it. Striped and stitched we proceed through life a commodity that when used up is discarded. A too true write that sends shivers down the spine in a macabre carnival of society's definition of happiness and delight. A splendid illusion.
Exactly! 💯 Stitched up and smiling our forced grins as we trudge along doing as we're told until we're not needed anymore. For some of us, uselessness comes quicker than others, but the day comes for us all in this monstrous machine we call society. Thank you Soren, as always, for your time, close read, and your astute and insightful analysis. Much appreciated! 🙏🖤🐦⬛
Wow. Powerful and chilling work.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated my friend! I am glad it delivered! 🙏🖤🦇🐦⬛🦇
Spot on. Methinks you've in a trice proved why carnivals and clowns exist, fun houses and all of such ilk. Frightening reality, isn't it. Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a ghastly poignancy haunting long after.
Oooh. "A ghastly poignancy haunting long after'...wow! Humbled! Thank you so much my friend. I am glad the poem delivered and, indeed, it is a frightening reality! 😱🙀 🙏🖤🦇🐦⬛🦇
That should be written in a manual somewhere so children can be shown what life is really like at the moment, creative and great write
Indeed. "Buckle up kids, this might scar a little! But, hey, not worse than walking naive through life" 😂. Thank you, Tobani, for your time and feedback are much appreciated! 🙏🖤🦇🐦⬛🦇
You are very welcome
Good write T.
Thank you, Orchi! Much appreciated, my friend!
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