We are all soft targets

In this heinous carnival.

Tie your shoes and run,

Yet you can't cross the wall.

Soft and fluffy, camouflaged

With glittering adhesive fleece.

Caress us with unwavering

Attention, you don't know

When the poison stings.

There is no entrance

Neither is any exit.

The carnival is free

Full of inhumane exhibit

Reload your gun and

Inhale the burning smoke.

Don't aim but shoot at will.

This is a cosmic joke