Private Eyes

On fair grounds, several booths Musicians make their instruments sound Lovers, ecstasy found Presidents would agree These artists, world renown, rocks! They mesmerize like that Spectator, youngster, you I, phone, white, black Come close Secret Service summoned cops Obscured gun man sat strumming - AK 47 behind his back Would you believe no sound of shots? Some say Media service attacks Somebody's daughter, lover Diligent worker She was big in small package She stood tall, short, smart irreplaceable star. *