Floridian Tourist Trap
Mechanical crocodile growling from his speaker
pennies from wishes cast out on his back
Children are breaking the rules as they're leaning
touching the fiberglass skin, gray and black.
Snakes moving, coiled in ceiling tree limbs
painted bright yellow and fluorescent green
Moss hanging, mud gray and thick enter twining
Butterflies moving on motors unseen
Elephant eyelashes deliberately closing
and opening to the gorilla’s soiree
Above table seven where children sit laughing
they beat on their chests and cause palm trees to sway.
My daughter has eyes like the plate her food came on
She has no idea she’s been fooled to a tee
She hates all the noise and quick reflex surprises
She’s just like the 3 year old girl that was me.
Although it’s magnetic to eat in the “forest”
chlorine from the fake waterfalls make one ill
Any and all hoped for sweet conversation
is drowned out by the animal robot distill
Hats off to the forethought which makes this a jungle
With token kids hanging off arms of their mothers
who try to recapture the wonder and innocence
they lost when they wound their souls tight to each other
My daughter doesn’t need to be told this is fun
She has a world in her head which surpasses such brashness
We don’t need robotics to ponder our nature
We watch aimlessly as deception entrances.
Next year, we’ll go to Africa...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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