POLLUTING

There is no entrance to a carousel, there are no edges, no exits. 

Every point is an embarkation. The destination is your origination. 

What makes it cheerful? Is it the waltz, the circus clown music? 

There is a carousel spinning in the back of everyone's mind. 

Mostly children, adults of children, teenagers in love

No one in the right state of mind would ride a carousel.

It is a creepy kind of cage. 

There are no wires, no metal bars

and no one ever tries to escape

how would you go about leaving

leave your pony behind for the lovely princess

it doesn't gallop anyway, it slides up and down a cylinder that

pierces its body down the middle

still moving

the hollow plastic is rigid between your thighs

you slap your unicorn's cheeks

you'd whip it if you had a whip 

it doesn't accelerate

unicorns are not meant for riding

that's why the world is deplete of magic