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