Curse Painted With Prosperity

In today's round it's a curse painted with prosperity
There's a chance of sarcasm with windy showers of hate,
And you're looking just as ugly as always, I see,
With a star taped to your wit.

And there's something about that golden merry-go-round
And the look on that slide's smile that makes me shiver.
Trouble's always waiting around the corner, I've found -
Looking around from the swing-set.

In today's round it's a curse painted with prosperity
There's a chance of sarcasm with windy showers of hate,
And you're looking just as ugly as always, I see,
With a star taped to your wit.

"Ring around the rosy, pocket full of <shit>",
And they said speaking my mind was a bad thing
When you're full of cookies and that oh so tasty wit;
(Ashes, ashes, we all fall...)

In today's round it's a curse painted with prosperity
There's a chance of sarcasm with windy showers of hate,
And you're looking just as ugly as always, I see,
With a star taped to your wit.