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A kinda poem 2

The Carney Man.

Hey Carney Man what you pitchiní tonight?
Rigged games and cheap toys
Offering the poor a chance to win
Selling dreams of sweet victory?

Your eyes scan the crowd
Looking for the new fish.
Occasionally your furtive glance
Beholds a virginís cleavage.

Hey Carney Man your rides are old.
Worn out plastic horses
Dance slowly round and round
On a tired carousel that groans

As the sun sets, the crowds grow thick
Eating pizza, soft pretzels and ice cream
Do you take a nip from your flask?
Are you sure you cannot be seen?

Hey Carney Man give the world some hope
Lord knows we need a break.
Hey Carney Man rescue us from ourselves
We know our chances are nil.

Hey Carney Man are you listniní?

©2006 Richard C. James



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