Fireplace II

I am a burdened fellow

‘You have to get over this’ fellow

I’m thrown from steady coasters 

An unheard of spiteful ride

Some spin out of control

Some don’t begin with control

If it spins fast, do you spin or 

Glance at the space you’re

Meant to ride next.

I’m a fellow when I’d like to be

Partial to blood, sweat and tears

I’m a dirty bloody crier whose

Screaming is caught by a

Quick flash

Thanks for riding

A fellow has to rest from strong


A bloody crier is nothing to scream over

Sometimes I’d rather toss my coins in the fire

Than ride this spite

They tell me ‘you have to get over this’; spite

‘Get the coins from the fire’

Sometimes not a can-can dancer.

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