Do you remember the merry-go-round?
Being flung off it's rails at the speed of sound?
Lying feebly on the cold, hard ground?
Watching the world spin 'round and 'round?
Holding your hands to the sides of your head?
Rising unsteadily on rubbery legs?
Grabbing your stomach as you feel it lurch?
Stumbling drunkenly across the dirt?
BACK TO THAT EVER SPINNING WHEEL OF DEATH!
Waiting anxiously for it to slow down,
So you can hop back on and go another round!
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