CARNIVAL TOWN
My daddy, he gave me a silver dimeFor to fetch him a bucket of cider.My mama, she tended the laundry line,With a big wicker basket beside her. I took a hard left at the barber poleAnd I walked past a drunk by the deli.He was likely reliving his throw-away yearsIn some dark nightmare’s underbelly. The Ferris wheel is frozen in placeBy the exotic dancer’s cherry tree.The sideshows provided the usual freaks,Teasing gut brain and muscle memory. An ascot wearing yacht rock commodoreCome ashore for his usual wage:A pickpocket imperialist strutting the boardsOn his chosen colonial stage. He came from some tiny Alpine principateAfter stealing a movie star’s roadster.Just know for a fact that it weren’t Lichtenstein,It was really Lichtenstein’s monster. He has black labs, brewskis, and bluebirdsNeatly baked into his trendy man bun.For when a little dab ‘ll do ya, as they say,Who needs all that greasy kid stuff? He’s just another two-bit clownWe see his pants fall halfway down.There’s no understanding really what he did.He claims he played marbles with the Sundance Kid And the barkers lined the midwayFrom the high bridge to the gateway,As I marveled at the wonders I sawIn this place they call Carnival Town. THIS SPACE RESERVED FORA SUCKER BORN EVERY MINUTE