Seeing The Red Flags

I saw all the red flags And then I also saw the red tags, But, I still went As though they were a reservation sent. I heard the music playing Then I looked and I saw her swaying, Then I saw and heard her accuse and then laugh She became a demon full of wrath. I had met a woman with different faces Walking with different paces, I saw her with different colored hair To which I did stare. Then I saw her gorging on food Then I saw her changing her mood, And then I heard her curse From a sudden outburst. I then saw her doing magic tricks She looked for wedding rings for fun and kicks, Then instead of guessing a person's weight She instead would guess who they did hate. I saw her entertaining other males When they were looking at other females, Then in the twinkling of an eye I then saw her mysteriously cry. I saw her in shock and fear Then like a magician she made stuff disappear, Then I saw her make a fist And accused someone that didn't exist. I saw all those red flags once more Then I quickly headed out the door, Then as I sat down and I began to mull I truly thought, that I was at a carnival. Randy L. McClave