The balloon grows, from all of the pressure All coming to a halt, gathering up inside And while it leaves people out of breath, a tiresome job They do not stop. Instead, they go out of their way to increase the pressure But there is only so much a balloon can hold inside Flexible, yet not inferior. And suddenly it gives in, to all of the pressure Instead of trying to adjust it's size, The balloon just pops. Though it is shocking to some, Scary even, deep down they never stop Never stop looking for a new balloon to pop To destroy, for just a few seconds For just a few seconds of disgusting joy.