Ride

The clowns are sitting in the alleys lighting up their smokes

This is reality.

The sun is baking the children as their parents are standing in line

To buy them cotton candy and a lemon slush

So that nobody notices that they are three beers deep for the day.

The music is deafening and that which gets stuck in your head like a virus

All for the sake of fun and joy, the carnival moves on

And the dance continues.

Under the flashing neon  light bulbs and in front of the Ferris wheel

The American dream.