Kicked Out
“Here is a thing, glorious thing,
Fit for a king,
Glamorous, gaudy, grand thing for a fling!”
Seventeen salesmen, cocky and proud,
Chanted aloud,
“Joy is a thing. Stand out from the crowd!”
I was kicked out of a classy, cult carnival,
Giddy old newfangled,greedy class carnnival.
Small wonder I fled
After asking for bread
From the horror and dread
Of stones.
“If a child asks for bread, will you give him a stone?”