She's a real live Carni and that's her name. Step right up folks! Wanna play a game?

She eats flesh for breakfast wiping the blood and guts on her frame.

She is Carni from Cali, way up in the valley and she is the flesh eater of the lame.

She is pure Carni Valley, this girl of the Valley, the Valley of the Shadow of Death.

She speaks sparks of fury. Her tongue is scorching, when she starts torching and fire flies from her breath.

She is bitter as she juggles with hands the bones of her dancing Corpses of Corps.

She shouts as her hands blur in circles, she coughs and says she is a jack ass that is also hoarse.

She is mesmerizing, an enchantress that manages to juggle her weight in a wait less world.

She does magic tricks with black ravens instead of doves and in sheer scarves tricks and treats she twirled.

She is the tightrope walker who defies gravity blancing in world where she is only on top under the big top.

She is poised and refined with her static wild hair for she likes the amps that burn her her feet on the live wire with a pop.

She is the human cannon ball daily to those who also like a cheap thrill.

She will amuse as long as it keeps her amused cause later she is sure to kill.

Her dark muse is to face death straight down a barrel.

Her eyes become dark and her voice becomes feral.

She is Russian as Roulette she is the iron of the cannon.

She is astringent and bitter as a molding tannin.

Then as the world watches her soar and plummet for this setting.

They applaud and cheer but she knows they don't care about the netting.

She is the dominatrix in boots and leather, the vixen of a lion tamer with whip.

She rules beasts of her world at bay as she masters all that is wild by her quip.

She paints on her lipstick and lines her eyes with charcoal smudge.

She is the clown with a greased painted up turned frown of a grudge.

She makes them laugh while with her big red grin she hides a bigger fat lie.

This is not her first rodeo and pretty soon one by one they're all gonna die.

She lives inside the fun house and her walls are all warped images that spin through a tunnel at night.

The song of the merry go round plays her the tune chiming the wheels on the bus go round and round as she prepares for delight.

She has made some friends along the way. The Bearded Lady, Tiny Tim, they all know how the real world is a cage.

They tell her they are hungry, so Carni heads out into the tents her eyes in a sinister rage

The wise fortune teller winks in silence as they cavort together in a sinister quartet of People Are Strange.

They laugh and they dance spinning on the carousel for Death in Death Valley life is really Derange.