Cheap Thrills Poem by Robin Bennett

Cheap Thrills



Of course, ferris wheels are
your sick idea of a
cheap thrill.
You know I am
scared of heights.

Why not just push
me out of a
flying tin can
with a balloon
strapped to my
back?

After that pink fluff
on a stick, a have
cotton mouth
for days. Not to
mention this
frog in my
throat. I'm so
bored, I could
croak.

Why are all these
people laughing
and carrying on?
Is their idea of
fun, half dead
carnival rides;
operated by
stoned face
men? Their eyes
as bloodshot
as a cold
tequila sunrise.

" Do I want to grab a
burger at Jack in the Box? "
You are certainly
more than one card
short, of a full
deck pal! I hate
clowns, and I
despise you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Black On Black Arts 19 July 2012

you are somethin else lol! ! ! i love it

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Robin Bennett

Robin Bennett

New Orleans, La USA
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