i’m a runaway carousel horse,
weary of being tied down by rope,
i’m off to the nearest race course,
loud speaker cheers and good hope.
i’m tired of tinny music, so cheerful,
constant circling, dizzy spinning,
– you think i’m tame but be fearful:
outside i’m static, inside i’m grinning.
i placidly accepted many mounts,
tally-ho toddlers and lovers laughing
– but now my freedom’s paramount,
i’m tired of all the cheery chaffing.
i want to graze in open green fields
and canter through crashing waves;
behind pretty lights, secretly concealed,
an anarchist frees all fairground slaves.