the ferris wheel

when you stare
at the slow
spin of the vibrant
lights of
the ferris wheel
you get a queasy
feeling in your stomach.
it towers
over the dock, over
the river.
it's white metal frame,
new and enticing
but you don't want to
get on.
you have no bone
in your body
that wishes to be
seated in a capsule
and be spun
like a rotisserie
chicken around
and around.
this makes others
sad, and they call
you no fun. you are
no fun at all.
which is fine.
you've been called
worse things
and you have made
many other people sad
too. so this is nothing
new.