Carousel

We are mere playing cards

Held in the hands of life:

Slaves made of

Twos’ and Threes’,

Aristocracy of Queens,

Kings and Jacks;

Winners made out of Aces

And a mere fool

Of the Joker.

But here,

The tables do turn;

Sometimes the Joker

Overthrows the King,

Slave Two kills the Ace

And becomes

The Queen of her Club.

Here, sometimes, the Joker laughs

And the circus men do too,

It is the audience

Who watches in horror

As they fall to their

Own impending dooms.