Funhouse Mirror Poem by Gary Diamond

You've seen the funhouse mirrors at the carnivals and fares.
Some make you fat or thin, others short or tall.
Some make you look like you're not even there.

You usually find the mirrors next to the crooked house with the sliding floors.
The one with a loose chimney, and ill-fitting doors.
The thing about funhouse mirrors is you always want a couple more.
There's only so many ways to distort a person though.

Another way of distorting a person is to place them upon this earth
Pure and true and nearly complete individuals.
Turn them amongst the wolves and watch them get ripped nearly to death
And walk away scarred and damaged.
It's a live science experiment.

There are plenty of distractions
To help us all forget
That our eyes are
Becoming
Funhouse Mirrors.

And
our
minds?

The Crooked House.

So if the collective minds of the people were a street.
No spirit level would measure straight.
No person would really be sure of what he or she saw.
Some crooked houses would be more fun than others
Some funhouse mirrors more intriguing and unnerving than before.

Keep that in mind before you moan about your neighbour.