The Carnival

Carnal

Carnage

Carnival

July Fourth, 1981

it was a hot

summer day

at the carnival

Cardboard, caramel popcorn and

cheap flavored ice

A young child is swallowed

into the mouth of a

funhouse

Round and round we go

on the ferris wheel

A balloon pops, a child cries

the sound of a whistle

and we have another winner!

As darkness falls

the monsters take to the midway

Like a street parade

of the terminally insane

As our children lie asleep

tucked away in silent slumber

their innocent dreams become corrupted

as fat pathetic, drunken slobs

lust for a taste of their childhood

lust for a taste of teenage cunt

A jailbait lolita kewpie doll

was the evening's prize

made up like the happy clown

in search of a new high

an escape from the innocence

Bodies wrestle and become one

he couldn't get it up, DAMN!

a fart slips out in a moment of passion

crucified upon the alter of

comic relief

It was the sign of the times

It was a sign that the end was near

Come morning

when all is said and done

All that remains is

The Soft Charade

When I was back there in improvising school

There was a comedian there

Who put forth the improvisation

That you can petition the lord with laughter

Petition the lord with laughter

Petition the lord with laughter

You cannot petition the lord with laughter!

Can you make me any less wary

I must find a place to lie

A place to sell my pies

Can you find me a padded asylum

I can't take it anymore

The chef has locked the door

Spearmint condoms and chewy nose candy

A chocolate shaped penis and Uncle Andy

There's only four ways to make them smile

One is timing and the other is style

One is a comic up on the hill

One is to revisit Vaudeville and

Run back home

Belly moans

Ice cream cones

Two ton women

Eating calzones

Using the same plate

At the buffet

Burgers and fries

Super size

Prizefighters

Eating pies

The Monk Got Punk'd

Sarcastic thrills are here today

Everything will be this way

Mud pies where children play

Welcome to the Soft Charade

All our lives we eat and eat

Looking for something sweet

Must be something else she said

Even just a slice of bread

The Soft Charade has now begun

Look at all the children run

People out to have some fun

Letterman on my left

Leno's on my right

Queer mama in a paper dress

Burger juice trickles down her breasts

Kiss the clown in the red vest

Who has wrestled before

With women in the night

What a sight!

The T.V.'s getting louder

The big fat woman's groaning

Calling to the hogs

There are still a few jokers

Left in the deck of the cards

But she's getting fatter

We can't hide buffets

From the overfed

Trauma comic

parodic pleasure

What got us this far

To this mundane treasure?

We need something to get us thru

Another act or something new

Callin' on the mimes

Callin' on the mimes

Callin' on the mimes

Callin' in the mimes

Callin' all the mimes

Callin' on the clowns!

Meet me

At the salad bar

Meet me

At the buffet place

Outside looking in

Just you and I

and the custard pie

You'd better come along

You'd better bring your appetite

We're gonna be all night

When all else fails

We can mock her two ton thighs

And make her laugh

Then cry