nimrod

a tilt-a-whirl
the same circles
in blurs and blasts
lost people careen
freaks and outcasts
through broken hearts
and sour laughs
the nimrods, twats and twits
who gave them fits - gone
on to the next thrill
give chase on a rollercoaster
giggling screams tear
the popcorn cotton candy air
grief and joy
both fleeting
they all fly past
nothing lasts
and in
the claustrophobic carnival
this is both
the prize and punishment