Glass Ceiling Carnival

🎪🎭🪞 We’re sipping truth through plastic cups at midnight TV shows, Dancing with our shadows in the glow of sponsored woes. The city hums in neon . Everything is fine,” it sings, While angels sell our silence in two-for-one routines. Oh, we scroll like it’s religion, thumbs baptized in blue light, Praying to the algorithm to tell us wrong from right. Welcome to the glass ceiling carnival, Where the tickets are your attention span. Clap for the pretty distractions, While the house is built on sand. We’re laughing in the firelight, calling it romance, So raise your cup of nothing And call it “just a chance.” The news crawls like a catfish dressed in evening attire, Selling doom with a smile like a used-car buyer. We’re experts in denial, certified and well-trained, In the art of looking busy while the ship gets drained. Oh, we wear rose-tinted filters like armor on our skin, So we never see the cracks we’re actually living in. Welcome to the glass ceiling carnival, Where the mirrors all applaud your face. Step right up, don’t question the curtains— They’re just part of the grace. We’re dancing with our blindfolds tight, calling it advance, While the orchestra plays louder To cover our last glance. Bridge (spoken-satirical tone) “Everything is fine,” says the billboard on fire, “Please ignore the flames and purchase your desire.” We proudly remain comfortably confused, Professionally distracted, mildly amused. So turn it up, your favorite noise, Let the distortion raise your joys. We’re beautifully asleep in synchronized trance At the glass ceiling carnival… Where we never take a chance.