Amusement Park Ride
I’m far to sick from this spinning whirling ride of life
to do anything but hurl and huddle
in a pool of my own vomit.
Feeling helpless, cold, and alone, I reach out for any offered hand,
but many a hand lead me right back onto the sickening ride.
Sometimes the cruel conductor lulls me into a slow steady swirl,
enough to dizzy, but
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