Human Candy Floss
inertia dismantles the carousal of progress, one rusty screw at a time, horses with poles forced through their back resent the fact they’re made to bob up and down for less than one English pound, they’ve requested the same hourly rate as the clown that haunts your dreams, even though his act runs at a loss he subsidises the shortfall selling human candy floss, there’s a space invader shootout over in the penny arcade, rumour has it the winner gets laid by the bearded lady who’s finally shaved, now she looks depraved like those men who get a hard on wearing woman’s clothes, is it a they or them ? who fucking knows? it’s the balls and cock that gives the game away
