It’s not what you might think with all of its cartoon rides and big sad eyes.
Mickey doesn’t say anything, he just signs to you with his deformed hands, to get out while you still can
And the witch, a semi-employed actress will take Polaroid with you, it’ll cost you a turkey leg, those ones over there, under the Bermuda shorts. The men all nod their heads
—Have you ever noticed that Mickey has no balls? I think it’s on a count of how much he gets paid
Some husband gnaws on a big fat bone, yells at his wife “Better shut your pie hole.”
She eats cake beneath the spread and constant din of black cherry flavored strain “but Honey...”
This is a little tough, both of them think, “This is not what I imagined. Why did I get married?
Don’t break your teeth on the candy apple, careful when you chew on that taffy, lick like you like, all the pink crystallized cotton candy sugar coated finger tips, hard to get unsticky
And appreciate the magical moments when your body is propelled into the sky
Then the clown brings you down, Dumbo, Disneyland is not the happiest place on earth |
