On A Carousel Poem by Phil Soar

I'm going around in circles
Said the fairground ride attendant
It's all I do from day to day
And it's like I'm now dependant
I travel around the country
And spend my time in towns
Standing there and watching
As the folk go round and round
They settle down on horses
Upon the carousel
They choose the one they like the best
And seem to know them well
I see the paying customers
Choosing random mares
Ignoring Studs and foals, as if
No-one really cares
They each get really challenged
Rushing round the ride
Choosing horses randomly
They run from side to side
They try one for an instance
Then switch across the row
Why they cannot just sit still
No-one will ever know
I set the ride in motion
The music plays and then
I watch the horseback riders
Going round and round again
Round and round and round they go
It drives me quite insane
Watching people sitting there
Go round and round again
Round and round and round and round
Until it blows my mind
I'd like to walk away from it
And leave them all behind
Round and round and round they'd go
With no-one there to stop it
I guess someone would shout for help
And then (I guess) I'd cop it
I'm going round in circles
Each day I do not care
I'd like to speed the damn thing up
And stand aside and stare
As people fly around the place
Across the fairground site
The very thought excites me
And you know, I think I might
It's one fairground attraction
That seems to draw a crowd
Imagine all the carnage
As the people cry out loud
Flying like some astronauts
Who fly off to the moon
Wondering if they ever will
Be back to earth quite soon
My mind is round in circles
My brain is individual
I'm just an Asylum seeker
Fed up with the daily ritual
Someone should come and rescue me
From a life that goes around
Round and round and round and round
And round and round and round! .