Carnival man, can I see those tricks?
You know, when you clown all those hearts and juggle all those chicks.
Carnival man, I like the way your roller coaster works.
When it turns those smiles into frowns
as they’re spending through the loops and hanging them upside-down.
Carnival man, what about that barbwire act?
The way they walk that fine line
and step lightly hoping not to set a spark.
While, the suspense of the crowd is left in the dark.
Have you ever seen this one man show?
With the clowning, the tricks, roaring lions, and deranged monkeys.
All those hissing snakes and nagging billy goats.
It’s okay if you need to be entertained for that moment.
But carnival man, this 3-ring twist is getting annoying.
All clowns are not the opening act.
You need to wipe that smile off your face as a matter of fact. 
I’m the zookeeper and I love to tame.
I don’t care for Scrabble so miss me with the games.
How much longer will you be in this part of town?
Because, I can’t handle another disappearing act or merry-go-round.
You need to retire because your clowning license has expired.
Look for a new trade like cooking or cleaning.
I’ve played the maid while you were in my wheels gangster leaning. 
It’s time you held the flashlight while I perform.
It’s call “Dancing with wolves in the quiet storm.”