Amusement parks are caked with sounds   A solid hunk of meat   A barker's sweat flings from his tongue   His tattoo shines with heat      A wary stranger stands and sways   Enraptured by his stance   Two-headed goats come stumbling by   And give a troubled glance      The barker looks into the eyes   The stranger tries to bend   The barker swears to more delights   For all who seek within      The stranger enters canvas doors   And smells the fresh cut hay   The barker points to Siamese twins   The stranger looks away      The eyes of horse faced women   Watch the few who wander through   They sense the tension in the air   And smell the sweet taboo      A heart beats fast against a chest   The stranger leaves the tent   The waves of people drown the sounds   Of loss of innocence