County Fairs and Chocolate Covered Bananas

thank the maker i saved this one! love the country hoes!

 

The worst part:

It’s walking through s**t

Just to pet a goat

With one grey and one blue eye.

It’s sitting for forty minutes

On a bushel of hay

Waiting for some one hit wonder

From ten years ago

To show up

While the guy next to you

Who reeks of cigarettes and Budweiser

Talks to you

As if you spent time in Vietnam together.

This place isn’t even that country,

But people like to pretend

They grew up out of the dirt.

The meaningless:

Looking at some preschooler’s crayon drawing

Of their pet goldfish.

Vendors shilling out commemorative

Elvis and Dale Earnhardt merchandise.

Riding the tilt o’ whirl

For the 18^th consecutive year

And just wishing it doesn’t come back

The next year

Because some traditions just need to die.

The best part:

Busty seventeen year old farm girls

Walking around in tight blue jeans

And revealing t-shirts

Licking chocolate covered bananas.

If you have a tarp and a truckbed

Maybe you can wrangle her away

From her drunken stepfather

Long enough to make the damn trip

Worthwhile.