Ferriswheel

I saw you wheezing in the cutthroat chorus
The TV's been on channel blue in your house for a week and a half
Sounding like a filtered carnival
Like screaming children on a ferriswheel

I saw you in the ghetto with your angel eyes poked out
On your hands and knees in class looking for your contact lenses
There are very few microwaves in the third world

What if you were tied to a flagpole
In your underwear with your hair shaved off
And a bag of money hanging from your ankle?
You could tan your scalp in the noon sun
You could feel the wind on your open chest
Against a blue sky, almost anything looks cinematic

If you can teach a dog to play the kazoo
If an ape can take an interest in his hairstyle
It only follows you'd enjoy a morning jog in high heels
While your dance shoe feet bleed