County Fair

Tuesday night Nobody reads poetry They all sit at home Dazed from Monday Oblivious and alone Postcards from Yesterday Upon the office wall Nothing left to do Let’s take the kids… To the fair Rick Skaggs is playing There’s a carney with a grin Stuffed animals And a hint of gin At the county fair Am I alone here? In this world Or does anyone really Care? Corn dogs At the county fair Meat on a stick So tasty Yet so unreal Don’t be late Don’t stay to long At the county fair Poetry can wait Cotton candy And a roller coaster Bumper cars And stomach aches At the county fair